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| Tumble In The Grass |
He giggled. We lay together, facing the sky in a field of sun-burned park grass. And then his arm crossed my view of the hot blue sky and he was upon me. A light frame of muscles and bone, a beautiful man pressing down, His chest crushing mine, his face nuzzling against mine. His wiggling body mingling with mine… giggling in my ear, Only cotton separating sensation of skin against skin. A brief moment of playing prisoner, and of what life could be…. should be… must be! My mind pounding. . . the contradiction of despair and the ecstasy of two free spirits, Of kinship, of friendship, of brother on brother, lover on lover, Of manliness, of citizenship in a society that makes us less than whom we are. Of desire to thrash freely, bury my face against his, my lips against his, souls entwined. Of fear that our openness, that our childlyness, our affection and love Would ignite fear, hatred and loathing in those around us. God, what a contradiction, the world that is us, confusing love with evil, god with hate. My mind caught sense of the sickness growing in my stomach, the anxiety and conflict in my brain, The desire to roll that dear man over pressing him to the ground to continue our innocent, loving play And the building fear of reprisal from the mindless fools unable to see, unwilling to feel, A monument to the suffocation of mind, soul and spirit. Dear, dear man, dearest friend, The innocent boy bursting from within your heart is a miracle of love and grace. You’re a miracle, a survivor of the suffocating hatred and ignorance that has surround us all of our lives. You are the proof of the resilient, omnipotent spirit buried within us all. You are the miracle of gentleness, of love, of triumph, of patience, of hope, of spirit, of power … And you are my friend. Teach me how to play. Copyright 2002, Night.Owl |
| Aug. 6, 2002 Dedicated to a very dear friend - Philip Jan-Christian Vink - Forever Young |