Greg
I've questioned my sanity so many times during our furtive meetings. You refuse to speak to me and yet you enjoy every moment I hold you in bed. Your existence is my one big shadow, my sugary poison. One day, I'll lose you and perhaps then I'll know how to stop my slender arms and legs from holding you, only to find a void at dawn. My sugary poison, my midnight lover. My Greg.
© Text: Orlando Barahona
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© Text: Orlando Barahona
© Image: Arno/Flickr
This work by Orlando Barahona is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. 