Approached by a Man

"So, have you ever been approached by a man?" Victoria asked. As my mother asking, she sounded distant and odd. Her voice throttled my head.

Why, yes, I had, but I'd never admit that to her. 

"There was once, this one guy, who wanted all of me," I confessed. "But nothing became of it." I ended.

But something so wonderful and magic could have come with Jonah, had I only given him permission. 

He danced around a fire where brats wrapped in bacon snapped and fizzled with spit and grease. In Grizzly bear woods we were brave! We were also high. So high that we found beauty and magic in each other's eyes.

The next morning was surreal and silent, save for the sweet hustle of the river some distance away. I awoke first. His face was so alive, it struck me so as he slept. Perfection, I thought. He was beautiful, rugged, pure, strong and serene. I watched him for moments only before he awoke. I couldn't speak or face him.

I slipped away to the river to sort myself out. Aside from my routine morning erection, I was in love with this boy. He was in love too, for awhile. He sat silently next to me by the river, silent and intensely so. No words were exchanged for days.

He was hoping I'd make love to him someday. That we could be absolutely gay together, there in the secret of the woods, and the fire.