the boys
11:18 p.m.
my beautiful boys just called me from l.a. ... they're up on jr's favorite bluff, overlooking the city. i imagine it looks something like this...
i think all i wanna say right now is in a poem i originally posted back in november...
______________ craving skin
that can't be reached
a million billion cells
dying for attention
tongue has memories
lessons remembered
salty/sweet
more sour by the hour
hands and fingers
land and linger
a touch too brief
in memory forever
______________
i feel so strange right now...it's a bit like the purple rose of cairo...those charcters up on the screen are taking on a life of their own.
i'm NOT crying...but i'm pretty damn close.
mr. bubbly spontaneity guy and mr. laid-back casual boy...what a pair.
you've given me just as much as i hope i've given you.
love ya, guys...m
wednesday afternoon p.s. - actually steve, something you said on monday really DID bring a tear to my eye (a happy tear), it was so beautiful...it just took me a whole day to remember it! i was kinda overwhelmed monday with all the good news...