Naked and untamed, beneath the eddying water of the swimming-hole under the overhanging Wild-plum he was swimming for the joy of being nude. Suddenly he unloosed the artillery of his crisp voice that seems too reechoed with the booming that proclaimed the breaking of silent.
“David, David, join me!”
I sat on the bank snipping twigs and throwing them into the dark water, content to watch his wonderful brown body moving through the early evening where the sounds of hidden birds surged down to us.
He was matchless in his freedom even in the jungle of the city wherein all manner of human beasts and birds that makes up the voice of the city is a distraction to me.
He was sure that I was in love by the way that in the past he paraded his roasted coco brown body before me, a love that was emerging with dignity, with no unnecessary commotion to wash over us, a love so gently, so contently as the word queer spoken to myself but, my love is like a flower pressed between the pages of an old Bible and kept for ornamental purposes until it crumbled and have to be thrown away. I tend to spread my love around as the fragrance of the May apple and violet and the wild-plum. No man has of yet been able to hold my heart.
He came dripping with water out of the swimming-hole smelling of the spirit of the garden that creep into a boy’s heart. Standing nude before me he was safe, very safe and he knew it in the silender form of his body. He knew it by the ripe experience of pass men. He spread his shirt on the ground beside me and sat down
“You want to fool around?” he asked
“I don’t give my love to straight men you guys don’t have the mind set to appreciate the experience”
“Bull-shit!” was his reply
“You want my meat; I can read it in your eyes”
“The desires of my eyes are free but it is with the heart that you must pay to play.”
I picked up a twig and broke it in two then threw them both into the pool where the ripple spread out across the greenish grim of the water.
“Get dress before I do something that I will surely regret.”
