Posted by Muahaha on February 05, 19100 at 01:41:22:
Here's the first boylove poem I wrote, long before I ever thought I'd find people to share it with. I was 17, scared, and lonely. Not much has changed. I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad to have found you all.
The Boy
by Muahaha
I Hold Him
Soundless as he sleeps in my embrace
His breath warm, soothing on my neck
His soft young skin, flawless, glimmers in the darkness
I See Him
As quietly I rise
His is the androgynous beauty of youth
His eyes, once alive with the flame of innocence,
Now closed, sealing in his private dream world
Dreams of laughter, rain, friends,
Of monsters, real and imagined, of war, of love
Love
I Kiss Him
A twitch of the cheek
His lips part yet no sound does emerge
The bond is strong
Father, Son, Brother, Friend, Lover
All is clear, yet nothing known
I Touch Him
The soft round shoulders, the nape of the neck
The strong young arms, firm legs
He lies there, naked and alone
I long to hold him once again
Vulnerable, afraid, guilty. Of what?
Of needing
The desire is mutual
Not of flesh, but mind, spirit, soul
I Leave Him
Alone again as all must be
No need for friendship
Isolation the only cure
For what is felt now by both
I Weep for Him
Needing, yearning
Unable to reach out
Unable to break the walls
Of fear, desire, pain, life
No one can feel
The love of
The Boy
For love, true love
Is smothered by pain, distance, guilt
Alone for life, he and I
The tears flow, the river of dreams
Of what might have been
And still he sleeps