ALISTAIR AND I MET 12 YEARS AGO...

ALISTAIR AND I MET 12 YEARS AGO...


I have been thinking tons (or "heaps" as Alistair would say) of Alistair and I meeting in London in summer 1994. It was such a hot July summer in London when I met Alistair at the Institute for Contemporary Art and we were launched on our adventure together.

Here's something I wrote later that year...

I met him by the Eros statue in Piccadilly.
Those lights flashed and so did we.
We laughed and held hands
the whole way to South Kennsington.
Talking faster than we could feel.
The hotel door clicks shut
and clothes must fall to the Cromwell Road carpet
and skin must move beneath hands.
Our bodies open for each others business.
We sucked the things that one can:
fingers, tongues, lips and cocks.We fucked the places that one can:
Mouths, assholes, heads and hearts.
And somewhere inside that kiss or that cum
a fine place opened up
like a March meadow.
This place said to me, "This man will be my friend."
Fresh from Western Australia on Jordanian Airlines.
We will learn more in other hotels.
Go far out of our way to lick each others chests
and know what our Father's did in the war.
Anything that men can do
to feel this delicious sadness of getting close.
Close enough to...