...SWEET SORROW ALL OVER AGAIN

He comes to my door...

& I'm tired but so glad to see him after Friday night's

wonderful feelings.

I reach to embrace him -

& then a kiss

with an unexpected violence of flesh...

That sort of thing was once such a wonderful feeling -

But this left me feeling unsure of what was to come

& what he was feeling;

what was driving him?

But it left me hungry as well...

My cock ached as my eyes burned with a lack of any sleep

or a thought without his influence.

They sat together -

he & the friend who drove to see me

& went to bed so very quickly -

leaving us to our disorented dance of confusion & wonder.

The morning came after

sweat & cum

& flesh & his words;

so hot like his breath on my chest

or his mouth on my mouth.

But the words we exchanged - these are what filled me

with hope of a future...

Any future with this boy

who now sat still & shaking

as if caught in dredd headlights.

Sleep overtook me before this image could worry or kill me.

The day was a dream for me -

A nightmare for the Libra.

A struggle & conversation

before alcohol & a telephone

found me smiling but changed

& unready for the end -

that would take weeks to explore

& devour & understand -

or at least an attempt to.

And now I'm left with these strange afterimages

in the wake of our vows of friendship...

with nothing to show for this...

But our silence is deafening.