Traditions

Its the story of my date with my 'brother' and all-time favorite person when I took him out for his birthday. We were always playing boyfriend and girlfriend, and this is a wonderful memory.

 

 

 

It is late March, now.

            There are packages

                        from parents, grandparents,

my offerings of teriyaki and rice.

    Across the table,

a cake, a candle;

            I said: and many more.

 

            Later -

in the bordello glow of the pawn shop,

            we drift past the CLOSED sign and peer

                        through the bars as you point to the organ you came for.

“we’ll pretend,”

             you say as you take my hand and

 

we rest our foreheads

            on the frosty glass as our breath

                fogs a webbing around us.

It is cold –

     but we stand in the smoldering glow longer,

                     hands wound jealously together,

unwilling to bring our

make-believe to an end

Reviews

[S.E. Conway]

like i said.. i love layuouts like this...

you are one of the few people i have come across who use it.

very well done

-s.e.