VISIONS

WHEN I SLEEP...

WHEN I DREAM...

WHEN I WANDER THAT ROAD

WITHOUT SILENCE OR SCREAM...

WHEN I FINISH MY JOURNEY

DOWN THAT DARK AVENUE...

THOSE VICTIMS ARE VISIONS

IN MY BEDROOM BLUE...

AND THE BOYS THAT I MEET

AT THE END OF THAT STEET...

ALL MISSING PIECES...

TOGETHER...COMPLETE...

HANDCUFFED IN LUST...

THAT HOT QUEER ATTRACTION...

HOLDING EACH OTHER...

THAT FEARED SATISFACTION...

THAT SIMPLE AFFECTION...

SYMBIOTIC CONNECTION...

IN THAT TREASURED COLLECTION

OF BOYISH PERFECTIONS...

THEY ARE ALL THAT WILL MATTER...

IN MY RECOLLECTIONS.

© JUNE 29, 1999 By Menes