Together Clinging
 

September 30, 2002 We two men, together clinging, not boys, Next to the vault of heaven. Cling to me for fear of falling, Yet allow me to spread my arms wide. We still dream, yearning to wake and rouse ourselves from our bodies sweet warmth, visions of tigers and snakes lingering between raindrop tintinnabulations. What paradigm will you choose? Will you tell me when you do? Will you follow me to mine?

Photo by Chris Crounse, 2002. Used with permission.



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