He sees him
He wants him
He needs him…
He watches his lover,
A subtle, yet knowing, smile
Playing on his lips.
His boy's silky blonde tresses
Falling over his bespectacled eyes,
Eyes which drink him in
With every look
His beautiful love
Bestows upon him.
He sidles up next to the boy.
The scents of dirt and sweat and ink
Cling to both their weary bodies.
Scents which are usually met with
Grimaces of disgust
Only serve to arouse him further;
An aromatic aphrodisiac
Which lures him in closer
To the object of his affection.
But it is here that their
Silent courtship must end.
It is here that they must control
The sexual urges which run rampant;
Must remain still and calm,
Never betraying the love they feel
For each other.
A love kept secret,
With kisses and caresses
Done only in filthy alleyways
Beneath the cover of night.
Acts of love and passion
Which can never be seen in the
Light of day.
It's wrong.
It's disgusting.
It's unholy.
It's unmanly.
This is what they hear,
The reasons why they
Shouldn't have these feelings of
Mutual adoration.
They face scorn
And hatred
And pain
If they should ever reveal
Their sordid and
Forbidden
Love affair.
He is content, though,
To love him from afar,
Hands always mere inches away,
Skin tingling for the
Sensation of touch.
Sly grins and
Loving looks
Exchanged unnoticed
Amid the roughhousing and laughter
Which the other boys share.
To love and be loved,
Even from a silent distance,
Is far more wonderful
Than dreary solitude.
The End!