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New Year's Eve, popping balloons; our fireworks. No light but the moths were shooting stars that night and the sprinklers were our impromptu sex toys. Then in 1987 I was in love with you, a boy, I was a boy. A little Puff the Magic Dragon in the back of your brother's Datsun 120-Y station wagon but we both knew it wasn't the drugs. We shared a sleeping bag at religion camp, so tight and we bathed naked in the stream and we could see our toes on the rocks; it was cold. The water was clear and when my sneakers melted by the fire you let me wear one of yours and we laughed. Our eyes were our hands and how long we held on I couldn't say but to this day I can draw your face from memory and I do.
Now when we meet at church or at work our hands are our eyes and we shake and we sweat. Things have changed but I will go back in time and you will go back in time and we will be the men we never became.
hand hugs
ReplyDeleteWhat's a Datsun and how did you get so old?
ReplyDeleteDatsun is when you engage in sexual relations with a robot. I am old but I feel like 39 is the new 38 and a half.
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This was great. Especially because my first car was a Dutsun. I had a 210. But it was even greater because of this: "Our eyes were our hands" and and "auterc" and "Things have changed but I will go back in time and you will go back in time and we will be the men we never became."
ReplyDeleteFucking gordon.
Datsun's rule. So do any references to the late eighties, because 41 is the new 41. Good old old.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful memory.
ReplyDeleteI hope both of you are happy.
hahah thanks. We are very happy thanks to the many Christian wisdoms of our lord and saviour Kirk Cameron.
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