I miss them


I miss them,
My demons.
Glint eyes
Sulphuric softened
Voices, smooth
As aged whisky,
And as golden
To the skin.
The dare issued
In the stare, two
Seconds too long
Cascading adrenalin,
Clearing clogged
He said,
I should resist
Invoking future glories
Of Christian masculinity.
But I could never 
See the point
Future possibilities
A poor reward
For the potential
Of present pleasures
He said I wasn’t man enough
My demons said I was.
Perhaps they  
Like mortals, age
Sulphuric softened 
Voices, fallen silent
And glint eyes
Glimmer no more.
I miss them
My demons.

About the author


Same sex attracted (SSA) man, who has the privilege of being a father and a grandfather. A man whose early upbringing in fundamentalistic Christianity has evolved into a strong connection with the spiritual, esoteric and philosophical branches of understanding. Finally, a person who craves the quiet stillness and deep silence of the eternal present

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