“Hands Across the Divide” – a sculpture
Happy Monday, Jordan.
I am always surprised by how much living can happen in a week.
Where one can go in mind or heart
What one can accomplish
How much one can grow or wither.
Thank you for two evenings of life filled with wonderful memory.
I had determined to feel them, experience them, enjoy them
And I did. You were wonderful.
So, beautiful man,
Man who struggles with compliments
As my parting gift,
I wanted to tell you the good things that I see in you.
In no order of importance or value, but all important, all valuable to me
Gorgeously handsome
with a smile to move mountains and stand against the seas
Eyes that search out faces for truth
Hands that feel delicious and divine, full of strength and competence.
So polite and respectful. It felt
ridiculously good
to be treated with
deference.
And not just polite about me, but about your parents, your friends.
Your regard for the people in your life was very, very evident.
Kind. So very kind to those you love.
While I never did Google you,
I did check out Facebook.
And to see how you responded to people and how much
they love you…
It is significant and says so much about your character,
that I wasn’t wrong to think you were something special.
Concerned.
You were concerned with my comfort,
my intellectual stimulation,
my opinion of you.
All of that, to me, speaks so well, of you.
Health. You choose to be kind to your body and you pay attention to your health,
With maturity
And thought.
Seriously swoon-worthy.
I could not imagine being bored with you. Your mind and language skills are fantastic.
I could have eaten them up in
huge gobbling spoonfuls
splashed through them
like a gleeful child through rain puddles.
Conversing with you left me so sated.
Sated… satisfied…
you’re incredibly satisfying,
intellectually.
You kiss… oh Jordan, do you kiss.
And you hold while you kiss.
And respond with not just your private parts
But your breath
And arms
And hands
What a joy you were to kiss
You were responsive.
Willing to do things I liked.
You made it safe to ask.
Safety for me is a pretty rare thing.
You made it safe to like you openly,
without reservation.
Making love
I don’t know if I am glad we did that
or
not.
You, in me, felt so good.
But maybe I shouldn’t have been so eager for you.
I don’t know.
I know if I had to choose between only having you for two evenings without making love
0r
having you for two evenings with making love,
knowing I’d only get those two experiences with you,
I’d choose making love with you every time.
But if waiting had made a difference,
if it had meant more time,
I’d have waited.
If I’d had the choice of more time,
I’d have chosen that
Every time.
Jordan,
The point of this isn’t to convince you of my like for you
I guess it is a little to let you know that I’m not hanging on
But mostly to let you know how really
wonderful
beautiful
amazing
I found you to be.
You talk about not being in your prime
But I’m betting you’re
more man,
more strength,
more character,
more you now,
than you’ve ever been in your life.
Wonderful
Beautiful
Gorgeous
Funny
Amazing
Delicious
Satisfying
Intriguing
Delightful
Inadequate words to describe such a
full
complex person.
But it’s what I’ve got.
When we see each other out and about, let’s be warm and kind.
There are enough awkward enemies in the world and not enough genuine allies.
I’ll be your ally.
Happy Monday, Jordan.