The body does not let himself cry.
He wants to kiss him all the time.
He'd feel that'd be queer...
Maybe because it was.
It would feel especially good to remove his clothes.
He pulled his shirt, his belt, his pants.
He touched his cheek.
Whose idea was it, this body of his?
It wouldn't matter.
The boy does not love him.
He'd had that feeling before. This wasn't about him.
Of course the boy had been crying.
Longing
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Longing. 2016. Hand-bound Book.
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