June 15, 2016/October 2, 2016 The knowing innocence of children his most awkward gestures endearing as the lilt of her voice the strands of hair, the particular gait yet that urgent, unspoken avoidance of the coveted pale skin in sleep and unbidden glances shared through each bittersweet day anxious reassurance of the abiding presence wordless knowledge that the naked fantasy would change forever the unbearable sweetness of gesture and voice the fragile treasure possessed by each alone in collusion in the time before everything changes like no time ever again
Martin Ahrens 