cc: galaxy boy

re: a summary of today

A whole ton happened today (studying/coffee/walking around in hot hot heat notwithstanding)

but I choose to remember the best parts:

the incessant banter and high spirits the twirls, pirouettes, and coquettish glances from behind semi-hair (HA)

the strain running at the high, thin golden pitch that gradually collapsed into its own golden ribcage and lulled itself into an exhausted ennui--

the rift that comes from not holding hands will be bridged by the geography of earnest fingers. today for the first time in a long time i looked my pride in the eye and said "...no."

because there is a time for pride and a time for love

and sometimes we must kneel before the altar of knees and humbly say "this is my love, take it, will you take it?" and be brave enough to leave the question mark hanging at the end.

...and sometimes Love bends to kiss our fingers and says, "....yes."

Home was soft and chilly and grey in all the right ways.

the sultriness of microwaving chocolate chip cookies must not be underestimated, and this is something they don't teach you in your glossy magazines.

on the carpeted floor is the indomitable Lesson Of Being. Upstairs your father watches football on a kingsized bed in good faith, leaving you alone, and his faith is cupped in good hands--

-- hands that bend no laws; but move smoothly under them in a path so true it must have been charted by constellations.

in the meantime the angles of our cheeks are cradled in collarbones. the music is sand and africa like: chh-q-shh-shh-chh-q-shh and while breathing becomes the finest art it is MOVEMENT that seems most natural.

"everything was pure and nothing hurt"

the ceiling fan will sway for as long as you want it to, love.

Tonight I have laid my proud head on your proud shoulder.

Tonight i use the lose the words "mine"; "yours"; all in close proximity and loose as flax

for possession does not matter unless it is your arms around the curve of my back

possession does not matter unless it is Them against Us and they have seized the flag

Possession does not matter. Empires have crumbled for possession.

Empires have crumbled for love

but i know, of the two, which had the strength to first lift a broken wrist to replace the first broken brick

in the ark we shall later call Holy.