Ein Gedicht von Lance

Lance, über dessen Coming Out Geschichte ich vor ein paar Wochen in meinem Blog gesprochen habe (seine Eltern sprechen immer noch kein einziges Wort mit ihm) und der dann auch noch herausgefunden hat, dass er gar nicht gegen Schokolade allergisch ist ( seine Mutter hat ihm das erzählt), hat meinen Blog gelesen und dann ein Gedicht als Antwort darauf geschrieben.

Ich mache das nur selten, aber sein Gedicht war so verdammt schön, dass ich mich entschieden habe es hier in meinem Blog zu schreiben:

In the Dark
Rooms, developing slowly
I reach, you’re telling me something,
I need to, your hand on the pillow
I tell you, the note in the bottle.

I’m smashed, you?
You’re sentimental,
I own, you’re an au pair parental
Apart meant we shared what we could
And it shattered the bad from the should.

In the Dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark.

You knew all about it
You parted oceans throughout it
You threw those down who you doubted
But you doubted you doubted you doubted

Indebted to hunger
Imbedded Persephone
Everyone turning around
As we disappear
We’re light fantastic
We burn pomegranates
At both ends, the planet spins,
Taken for granted

I swallow
every last morsel
I tell you, nothing I’d change
Maybe airplanes:
No room for jumping
And waterbeds
Unmade for dryhumping

We pass in the night,
Two by sea, burning bright
As we’re there, in our sight
I wish I may I wish I might

In the Dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark,
I’ll devour you,
On the hour,
As you strike
As my hand touches yours
In the Dark,
I’ll taste every inch
And as chocolate runs from your lips
So will I
In the dark.

(I wish I may I wish I might
I wish I may I wish I might
I wish I may I wish I might)


a propos:

Justin Bond, AFP und Lance im Opera House Café in Sydney.

Wir hängen an einem hauchdünnen Faden, aber der Faden ist so verdammt schön.

x

AFP