Residents The Touch
as they told me other childhood stories, they knew that
I stood close but
never close enough to touch the holy union of their
bonding that I wished
to touch so fondly with my heart, and maybe somehow
more. But they had a
way of keeping it away, while never seeming less than
big and open
friendly doors. The one day it finally happened. JUst
before they took a
nap, we joked around the room in which they slept. They
were kidding me
about an incident when I kicked out some rowdy shouting
somethng near the
door. They said that I had looked afraid and if I
didn't act my age, then
they would have to hold me back next time. I laughed
and said that it
would take more than just two freaks to make me stop if
someone iterrupted
us again. And with that we started shoving back and
forth until a sudden
move caught me completely off my guard. They reached
surrounding me within
a wall of flesh-I found my only freedom left was in my
had which dangled
own between their sides until I jerked and seemed to
watch it flutter down
upon their joint. And suddenly a shock went through me
and a moment
slipped into the room that was not in the air before.
Looking up we al
connected in a triangle of eyes reflecting tension and
unsaid excitement,
too. Then it passed in nervous laughter, but I sensed a
change soon after
we unlocked our limbs and I withdrew.
