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Just Me
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Things I like:
- Reading - gay fiction, science fiction, boring
tech stuff :)
- XBox 360 - BioShock! Mass Effect! Halo 3!
- Cooking - when I don't have to :)
- Wine making
- My bf (please note that i have one), who I share
my life with
- Kind people interested in other kind people
hazel
huddled close and crouched on the ground
fearing what quietly approaches
rising slowly to test the scorched earth
callused feet over coal-fired terrain
hazel eyes a minute finding another's to rest
the ground cools a little while
a smile dancing in place nervously then
tripping
tender pale fingers flinch and recoil
the fumes still rise from the ground
hard to see but still through the soot
one appears far off, entrancing, no cares
captivating, running, looking back
sudden burning hands clench chest-ward
holding there to run through cloudy fumes
sprinting, lifting heavy feet off the ground
watching wide eyed as he lifts off, looks down
skyward, incandescent reflections on your face
a last effort, springing up to meet him
feet heavy, heart burning, but the spirit
floats away
and you fall on your knees, hurt, angry,
defeated
-Jon
Vegas
Waiting in the ticket line
See all the boys walk by
Thinkin about the light show
Wonder why I know you're kind
See you turn your light on
Know that there's something wrong
See you through the doorway
Looking back and all through me
All through me
Take the ticket from your hand
Hoping for a brush of skin
Listen to you gently
But it's all text and see
Looking at the cell phone
Knowing I should just go home
But then i wait for you online
Till you start to run and hide
I guess i've got a chance now
Can't believe you made me cry
Got the ticket in my hand
Run my thumb across the edge
Across your thin scarred wrists
Think about you all the time
But, it's only words and time
Even those three fade out
Vegas lights bright to gray
Turn the ticket over
Run my nail across the stripe
Shiney bands twist back
Curling 'round back towards me
Guess I've lost the lottery
You're crazy about this other guy
But it's really how it has to be
And you know i know you're kind
I know your kind
Painted heights soar around
Know i should be happy found
And I've been found
-Jon
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