I met him that night when it couldn’t have mattered…
We had gone too far when it did –
(to be sure)…
For before we had ever spoken or thought,
we were lost to that darkness –
with never a cure.
His eyes bright with drunken
boyish wonder,
This frock coated gentleman
bathed in black light,
and filled with a sadness
that tore me asunder:
We shattered together
and splinted the night.
In the encounters that followed
we rescued each other
but we knew we would never be saved…
For there are no survivors
from the plague of desires;
not when both men are ripe to be craved.
Our dire bravery in ruinous pleasure;
this sickness that found us as brothers…
was doomed from the moment our eyes met each others’:
no cure for these lost hungry lovers.
Written by Jason Wright
April 28, 1999
For Dorian:
Who is far too delicious and urban an angel
to not inspire my mind or my dick.