en la luz

en la luz
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If you where to ask me how I got there, I do not know. I was sitting in a dark corner reminiscing of the old days. Wondering, just how old am I in this world of boys? The usually thumpa, thumpa, came to a close, and silence fell over the room as the crowds started to part. A spot on Jonathan on the far side hit with crisp precision. A slow tango drifted into the air. Strings at first that trickled into piano, and percussion. He started the tango with one boy on the floor, and ebbed and flowed into others until he had found "his one." Like a flash flood, he came to me. Stomping and clapping my attention. I gave one hand up to him and floated up to dance on the waves of this tango. The flood of music came as our legs twisted into and out of one another, a lift from him, a dip from me, out, in we moved to the rhythm of the music. The dance washed out of the bay and left us on the shore of the dance floor. Spot off. We exchanged a kiss, but the dance tonight was not over.

It's the only thing I can think to write right now, right. Ha, okay, I am not doing so well with the writing. Valencia is going to kill me. I have no new scenes. I just want to write about men dancing and fighting. Maybe, that will be my first book, a collection of shorts based on men fighting and dancing. Or maybe I can get off my sorry ass and actually find a way to right a book about men who dance and fight. But really let’s finish up this next play. So, I have this scene to write and I don't know how to do it. It came to me in a dream, I think...

The four men stood in the bedroom. Conscience of the references to porn they all where thinking about, they squelched their laughter and waited to enter the bed. This was a holocaust waiting to happen.

The night had been mystical combining old and new friends. Now it was time for the four friends to lie in the bed that was made for them. The tallest took the position nearest to the wall. As most unstable constant in the group he would surely not fall off in that position. Next to him lay the 2nd tallest fighting the desire to spoon. The boy with the beautiful eyes placed me beside him and the 2nd tallest boy. The most stable inconstant sure to bookend the men into the bed. The sleepless night began as the boys ran through a stream of conscience choreographed positioning of bodies in sleep sporadically spaced in sleeplessness.

One's hand moved up another’s shirt. A little too far, the hand was stopped. An apology quickly stopped also. The hand did not do anything the body wasn't wanting...

One fought all night not to hold onto another only to place his arm around the bookend while sleeping. His unconscious taking over.

The game was set to find the human contact so needed that night. Finally, sleep was found when the unconscious took over and the four men where split into two cuddling couples.

The two unlikely couples found peace in their chaos. The night was filled with secrets the pairs shared without words.

So, how am I going to turn that into a scene? Those feelings and emotions. I don't know, but that is going into a book I am writing now as well. So, who knows. The book and the play are suppose to go together. ummmmm, I don't know. It will come to me, just give it time.

I'm off to doodle.

Lestat

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Brian: And as for the times when you're not around, I wouldn't particularly mind it if you were. (414)