SandScript 2021

MORE THAN ANYTHING
Luke Eriksson
You and me
naked in a double bed with a plush blanket
and there is a small dog there licking our faces.
We might be on shrooms or molly, but it is an equally intimate experience, sober -
and it is peaking.
The experience
and the dog is barking at us because it does not really know what sex looks like
and we both come and lie back down -
and pass a joint or a cigarette or a nothing between us as you rest your head on my chest
and tell me you can hear my heartbeat,
and every part of my body is holding you -
and we are both still except for the gentle movement of fingertips on skin.
If you let me
I would be whatever you wanted me to -
your gay best friend
your dominator,
the recipient of your redirected self-hatred (you are not the first) -
your shoulder to cry on -
the crying person who makes your shoulder feel needed,
the bearer of your most fucked-up secrets.
The only thing I really just can’t be for you
is someone who has moved on,
and someone who does not see your face in every new person I meet.
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