Memories of my boy. friend.

A slash of light slithered under my door
and all at once I cried suddenly more
for on its blade pooled tears of gladness
but on its shaft the blood of my boy

My memory let rip gathering him in
recalling madly unintelligibly our time in the pit
the pit you know as love free love
the love you know as love insane


Before the bloodshed
We silently talked this boy and I
our eyes enthusing staring...undeniable joy
because when 2 are 1
the sums add up

The slash I wrote about came after his kill

when the boy became man and killed his thrill


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