my mind walks softly… and softly you enter my mind,
a barefoot legend cushioned by the passing of time,
the prince of all my fantasies however well deserved,
yours is the image remembering has carefully preserved…
your body pillowed the my most ambitious of dreams,
our closeness fathomed mostly as a pictorial theme,
blessed the natural liveliness that bound us as men,
we harvested one another’s brilliant passions then...
i fell so deeply into the colour of your heart,
but waded only in its most familiar parts,
the true depths of you remain a song I’ll never sing,
though I will forever be remembering…
By David Vollin
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