Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2008 11:32:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: g/m young friends "And Then There Was Joshua and Joseph

		       And Then Was Jason and Joshua
				    By
			       Tim Stillman

Watch them run into each other, catch the sun in their eyes, naked they
were..and young. Touch the morning in their laughter. Hold their giggles
and their hearts beating fast. Turn from everything to watch them make
love, hold the whole world?s eyes and proud and defiant and filled with
each other. Feel their hands and their magnificent beauty, all butterfly
wings and instant joy?bottled in sex and kittenish licks. Starvation never
knew them, and their penises were what they held to, as skies of summer
small in their eyes that tossed summer back to it and said we exist and the
world of skies is not world enough for us?for ours has the giddy castles
you?ve not heard of, the thrust of epic in our bones as we tumble round
with each other as kittens on perpetual motion life shining and buzzing and
munificent sly eyes and shy eyes and come to me then, Joshua to Jason, and
Jason to Joshua, and play the music of us, play sexuality in sun fields and
rush us to skinny dipping pools, and know that we are?

--touch us and feel life, bright and boiling after?cuts of salvation?heads
pulled to chests and held, crying with flesh taught soft and taut hard and
selling nothing of gifts for Christmas but our own world, our own jiggles
and Christmas balls, touch and sweep and sweet lovers, here in our world of
everything possible and the sun shines not as bright as we are, there is
only today for us, never tomorrow or yesterday, as we rush to each other
ending school day and find in each other more than the sum of two?more than
the deep entrance and the music filled promises of lollipops for sucking
along and eyes that smile and kisses sweeter than morsels of eternity, as
we dive and dig and loop and are amazed at each other, to never sleep
alone, with three in the morning touches and hair touched and lips to ears
and legs entangled and sexuality ready?here comes no linger and here come
the electrical words and holds and kisses on nipples, of us?the great and
true?conquerors of each other and see the skies above us waning as we come
in each other?and buckle bareness as if our finest sheaths, and catch and
grapple and stun each other with our ever present magnificent bodies caught
two in one and one in two and see the mathematics of us, and our angles and
how it feels and looks to have Jason?s mouth here and Joshua?s there and
fault us nothing?

--we are strong in our loves and we offer only ourselves and take away
nothing else but kindness in our belly buttons and hands that lave and
hands that touch and measure and feel the new flesh and the new day in each
of us?turn into night a morning that has two naked boys running the hills
of green?running and tummeling outside for green and glow and circus-o?main
circus tent?trapeze artists as we fly through the air of popcorn smells and
lemonade flavors?as we fly to each other and our hands catch and Jason and
Joshua we are as we are seen from below and our hard ons are proud ways and
high ways as we turn to our trapeze landings and hold each other with an
assurety that allows no falls, allows no dizziness, allows nothing but our
certainty and trust and knowing no violations not ever and clover grass we
laze to as we eye each other and tickle and kiss noses and ears and
mouths?as we discover our countries in ourselves, and home far away and
distant gone, while home is here and here are we, to wake in mornings and
think?Jason?think?Joshua?and what our world has in store for us today---and
circus we are with antics never done lonely, gymnastics are us and try this
for a new highway into us into our bodies into our salvation tossed here
with friends become lovers and young start, never to participate in games
of otherness, never to search out on lonely highways or empty bars, but
here then us and we have Christmas inside us?we have dexterity and such
happiness?spin round the big top and watch the stallions of white as they
do their paces round the big center ring stare at us in something of awe
and redemption, us then never to put on clothes?us then to forward into a
certain favorite that was always beginning and ending and closing with our
arms round each other, our faces known maps and still new and first time
each and every morning?

And soft hands touching and tracing new fields and something without names
that we see round every corner and smooth hillock of each other and
ourselves?danger is not permitted and namelessness not allowed?keep out?we
are two and sometimes there is nothing in life but thinking Jason, Joshua,
sometimes there is such hope and such promise, when almost burst into
flames of sexuality and friendship and cause rivers to part and never
retreat again?our boldness in our fine look here pretzel bodies, out to a
certain summer day when July stands us together as we measure ourselves and
bless ourselves and touch into flying sky clouds off on close eyed dreamy
feelings when school can?t take the days from us because we have the nights
to close ourselves in and with which to clothe ourselves, here in mornings
that smile into our faces and made of everything good and proper without
tantamount with no leagues stuck onto us or searches mad to find our
way?for the way is here when Joshua and Jason make each other into sexual
machines and always them and that is the key secret?no one running away or
saying quiet and tell me nothing about yourself-not for them, every
turning, every bending over, every thought large or small, every new
pimple, every lesson learned and homework made fun with magical bananas and
kisses supreme, never leave the circus and the eyes watching in soft
lambent memories of what never was?as kind Joshua and Jason say it can be
with us and you and me?

--in color fields and Autumn tamed and bodies arched and fine trestles
running ?tween legs and caught you again red faced red handed not us we are
fine miracles waving supreme and cocktails for two are slipping sleeping
giggly watch me this fine morn? and cut the skies out and paste them in the
circle of us and we are the world, we are everything that the sun shares
its secrets with, and our bodies ask for more?for we are always in our
night skin running our hands and our legs and our crotches and bare butts
wiggling, all to simply say, I love you.

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