dear friend,

Beautiful friend,

Dear friend,

Lover of dogs,

Lover of men,

What is like for you?  There, in your gentle head, when the storm comes?

When the blood rages, and the nerves fire, and the divine confusion reigns?

Where are you, my gentle friend?

Polite, pleasured, and curious friend,

What is here in the night for you?

I have storms as well.

Unawares, I’m struck down.

I loved!  That’s all I’m guilty of.

Unawares, I’m at the ledge, stars pressing in.

Bent and sobbing.  Defeated.  Surrendered.  Broken.  Finished.  Taken.

By the storm–

my gentle Friend.

~ by Rusty Jones on January 20, 2012.