[ in memoriam IV ]
Excerpt from journal: June 8th, 2010
I watched him once,
brushing his teeth,
the clean fizz foaming from his mouth
while the bristle of brush
hissed rhythmically in motion.
It is in these moments
that I believe
in the certainty of our future.
Not because of that innate
& pure beauty of a man
that gleams forth
in these simple rituals of day-to-day,
not because he lets me watch him
like i would a movie-
but because in this small instant
of simple mundanity,
with his mouth foaming
like a rabid animals',
and me sitting cross-legged & transfixed,
on the cold tile behind him-
in these moments,
he seems so near to me,
so close,
the intimacy of it
hot
like flames
licking at my cheek,
inflaming my already
engorged heart.
I watched him once,
brushing his teeth,
the clean fizz foaming from his mouth
while the bristle of brush
hissed rhythmically in motion.
It is in these moments
that I believe
in the certainty of our future.
Not because of that innate
& pure beauty of a man
that gleams forth
in these simple rituals of day-to-day,
not because he lets me watch him
like i would a movie-
but because in this small instant
of simple mundanity,
with his mouth foaming
like a rabid animals',
and me sitting cross-legged & transfixed,
on the cold tile behind him-
in these moments,
he seems so near to me,
so close,
the intimacy of it
hot
like flames
licking at my cheek,
inflaming my already
engorged heart.