On the Beach in Ancient Greece

My only regret is that I had my first sexual experience at entirely too young of an age. Unable to grasp the gravity of intimacy, too innocent realize we were losing our innocence. All I knew was that we had the place to ourselves for the next few hours and if we didn't act upon what had been simmering, there would be an explosion, leaving in its wake a lifetime of asking the unsolvable questions 'why didn't we? ....what were we scared of?.... what if I could go back and do it over again?' I would rather regret something I have done than something I haven't and I could frankly give a fuck less how others judge me. Then there are some things of which I have no regret and the only response I have to any criticism, rebuking, ignorant judgmental conclusions start with 'Fuck' and end with 'You' and contain precious little else in between. My first time was with a dear friend that continued on for the following couple of years, someone I still correspond with to this day. Someone who I have never kept a secret and who will never fade into the cacophony of anonymous trysts lost somewhere in the drug induced haze of my misspent youth. I believe that when someone in whatever capacity holds a cherished place in my heart, I will, in no uncertain terms, make sure they know how much they mean to me and how sacred their stanzas and parables are that adorn the verses of my life. I will also upon occasion, when the stars and clouds offer the perfect acoustics, climb to the rooftops and sing about it.

On the Beach in Ancient Greece

I laid my head

upon his stomach

in innocence

his sweat swelling

in my mouth

I felt him laugh

and stroke my hair

while I drank

that which

I never imagined

I would crave

Penetrating him

with a gasp

lasting only seconds

but enduring to this day

I spilled a thousand lives

upon his skin

in a single second

He was a boy then

and I a babe

fiercely anointing each other

with the friction of youth

Hard at the thought

of his body

and mine intertwined

two boys

kissing the mysteries

never as long as I wished

but always amazed

at how he endured me

shuttering and surrendering

in a shower of joy

excusing myself for impatience

ashamed of my exuberance

apologizing for my need to explode

We were such taboo

laughing at myself

smiling upon his beauty

ageless and timeless

as the vision of him 

pressed upon my hungry body

inflicting lovely pain

then caressing me softly

speaking in sweet tones

of silent waves

washing over me

on the beach

in ancient Greece

where we met

those lifetimes ago

Warriors in the battle

for the love

we were always in

carved in marble

for the ages

engorged and entwined

for all eternity

baptizing his beauty

with my sighs

and frozen convulsions

waiting endlessly

for time to melt

the stone to wash away

and my love

to return

As always, thank you for reading. It is appreciated more than you will ever know.

All my love,

Max