Henry James

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Intoxicated to see your placeholder dimension space- the purple black star hole- melt into the field of light blue daisies fated to grow into vines, a river, a forest, a mountain…I ache. A cold me is anticipating, wanting to be a ladder for you to climb or a cluster of feathers on your wing.

If asked to name you by color and sight, I can give no answer. I see a mortal spectrum, each chroma and shade fueling a need for the years until your arrival to mach-time and to halt mid-flight when you’re here so I may sprinkle sea salt by the handful on what wounds we cast upon each other.

From all myself and all my potential, I vow to the air to be a tailwind for you: from leg learning to football to reversions to partners, from gods to sex to infection, from twelve steps to feasting to a thousand sundowns, whatever luster I can bleed will be purged from me and transfused to you and the gleam you own, already ablaze and dazzling.

I love you, son. Take care until you get here.

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Comments (6 so far!)

  1. Avatar Jae

    I need to read this a few more times to fully soak it in. The sentiment is absolutely clear, and one I deeply appreciate, while maintaining a specificity that keeps me on the outside of full understanding.

  2. Avatar RockPaperScissors

    Beautiful as always, but extremely special. Henry James will be here before you know it. I love the luster line.

  3. Avatar Escapist

    Thank you both for the comments!

  4. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Very loose and ethereal. I struggled through most of it, but it’s a lovely sentiment.

  5. Avatar Escapist

    Thanks for the comment, THX. You’ve mentioned more than once recently that my writing has been rather loose- I’ll work on tightening it up!

  6. Avatar JonB

    Odd, but engaging. As the others have noted, the writing works against full understanding, but the sentiment is very clearly there, so a success on those terms.

    Interesting title. Wasn’t it Henry James who had the ‘ponderously warm way of saying nothing in infinite sentences’? This is warm, and the sentences are pretty lengthy but certainly saying something, so that’s wide of the mark, I think.