To say, express, write – to get off our collective chests: I am feeling lonely, in need of touch, in need of social contact. How did the Castaway do it? (He did it by acting in a movie). What to do? Creativity. Imagining: Outdoor soccer distanced passing (usual passing) with fellow Brooklyn queers And aContinue reading “Here I Am”
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Brooklyn Bridge
Maybe it’s time I delete you from my text messages; Maybe it’s time I scrub you from my skin, the kisses you would have planted down my neck. I can close my eyes and see you in your black tank top, the sun warming our backs, a dozen freckles sprinkled on your shoulder. Continue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”
( love )
What do I want my love to be? Opening, free as one can be and she will open her arms to me, singing, praying to Earth’s wings to fly again. How bright, my love, how warm your body feels when your lips meet mine… how slowly we can meet, how gentle, how soothing. He willContinue reading “( love )”
Reaching Joy 