Making Memories
The image of golden light,
Golden hair,
I knew that he was different.
Standing there
He was the drug I needed
He was air
I felt his fear
And I used it
And it was gone
Amid words
I never could have said
But for the artificial bravery
That warmed my blood
Lying here amid the tangled
Sheets and arms and legs
I hold him to me
As he realized his manhood
A child no more
I kiss his face
His eyes
His forehead
Tasting the salt and sweat
Of the past hours
Soft hot cheeks, flushed
The gasping mouth
Ruby lips
Unlike any Ive seen before
I hold him tightly to me
Memorizing the feel of him
Against my chest
Memorizing the warmth of him
In my soul
The trembling stops
Leaving only the slow
Inhale and exhale of his
Satisfied slumber
I memorize it all
In the scrapbook of my mind
Moments like no others
And I knew that in some
Distant future he would be gone
And all Ill have
Is this scrapbook memory
To keep me company
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