Look
Do you see what I see?
Over here.
Look.
Two men are laying in bed. Two men have their arms wrapped around each other. There are two pairs of lips so close together they’re mashed against teeth; but not painfully. There are two pairs of hands wondering the hills and valleys of the human body and these touches are familiar and real, loving and needing and trying.
Stop at the foot of the bed.
Look.
There are two bare torsos and two bare abdomens covered up by one thick blanket. Two pairs of feet are sticking off the edge of the bed, the bare toes intertwining, moving back and forth, almost dancing. There are discarded clothes lying on the floor - two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks, two shirts.
Right there.
Look.
Can you see what I see? I see love and pain and desire and hate and lust and fear and I see confusion and madness and hurt. Do you see what I see? Is it apparent to you? I can see it in the curve of the black haired man’s neck, in the brown haired man’s strong jaw line. Look. Look. Their kiss is breaking but they are still connected, a golden thread going from his heart to his.
Over here.
Look.
Look.
Two men are laying in bed. Two men have their arms wrapped around each other. There are two pairs of lips so close together they’re mashed against teeth; but not painfully. There are two pairs of hands wondering the hills and valleys of the human body and these touches are familiar and real, loving and needing and trying.
Stop at the foot of the bed.
Look.
There are two bare torsos and two bare abdomens covered up by one thick blanket. Two pairs of feet are sticking off the edge of the bed, the bare toes intertwining, moving back and forth, almost dancing. There are discarded clothes lying on the floor - two pairs of pants, two pairs of socks, two shirts.
Right there.
Look.
Can you see what I see? I see love and pain and desire and hate and lust and fear and I see confusion and madness and hurt. Do you see what I see? Is it apparent to you? I can see it in the curve of the black haired man’s neck, in the brown haired man’s strong jaw line. Look. Look. Their kiss is breaking but they are still connected, a golden thread going from his heart to his.
Over here.
Look.