I met you in the park.
I was walking home from football practice.
You were sitting on a swing, kicking concrete.
The moaning chains, the graphite sky.
Your penetrating stare, the aroma of grass meandering.
I approached you, the black hole. A dangerous alleyway.
Your starless eyes, dull cheeks.
But something about you enthralled me.
I felt as if I was in a separate dimension.
You looked at me, frozen.
Irrelevant to the world.
I kept walking towards you, unable to control myself.
Another step.
Another step.
I found myself in front of you, that magnetic pull still inexplicably present.
I leaned towards your washed out face, I could feel your blackened breath.
Our lips so close, you haven't budged.
I ran away that time, afraid I would fall in love.
But we both knew I already had.
And everyday thereafter, we would meet at that deserted park.
No words were exchanged, just silent promises.
And I feel so lucky to have you now.
In my profile I stated I wouldn't be writing here much anymore--which I won't--but I just had a stroke of inspiration! This is Ike's point of view if you couldn't tell. (Because we all know Soren plays so much football.) Some of the stuff here was abstract...interpret it however you want. Whatever...
ATTENTION! I highly recommend the following if you want to see beautiful gay-themed films: Juste une Question d'Amour, A Cause d'un Garcon, and Les Roseaux Sauvages. (Don't worry they're subtitled and can be found on youtube or veoh I'm pretty sure.)