Dear Beautiful Boy,
Sitting in the bandwagon distracted by the usual thoughts that spin around in the walls of my mind every morning. I assessed the only person sitting next to me and you seemed calm and clean. I was grateful for this blessing because God knows we meet some awful smelly people on this type of wagon every day. A blessing I didn’t care to take a second look at.
Everything was going just fine till you shook me out of my daydreams with a gentle tap I almost didn’t feel. Your desire was stronger than your touch and that’s what turned my dreamy eyes in your direction.
A smooth-faced gentleman you were, with sweet caramel skin in a pink shirt and a pristine appearance but for the slob of mucus slowly dropping out of your nose.
“Do you have tissue in your bag?” you asked oh so gently.
How was I not grossed out by that boogey sliding out into freedom? How was I not concerned that a total stranger was asking me about the content of my bag? It must have been your face. I saw your face in its full radiance even with mucus running out of your nose. Subtle, in need of help, my help. I would be damned to not help you, beautiful boy, I would be damned.
I muttered some incoherent words while rummaging through the clutter in my bag. I found a piece of tissue. And handed it over. From then on I felt your gratitude with every contact that firm reusable tissue had with your nose the whole journey through.
Now you made me conscious of me. Do I sleep and daydream about how we’d make a good pair? Do I stay awake and hope you reach out to me again for more than just tissue? Do I act indifferent? Jeez! Why would you wake me up and leave me wide-eyed and dreaming how this would end?
Let’s just skip to the good part and hold me in your smooth arms. They looked smooth from the corner of my eye with each glance I stole. The rest of the time I dreamt of what could be with the little parts of your body I could see. Dreaming but stiffed out because much as I would not like to admit it, you took my breath away!
A day goes by and on the bandwagon, I still have a blessing but not one as beautiful as you. I’ll dream of you till we meet again.
Signed,
Your tissue helper