“But they were beautiful, they were all beautiful.
big ears and harelips. skinny puppy boys with soft eyes and authentic acne.
we ate them alive.
i dreamed of those little faces that would fit in the palms of our hands. quick breaths, in and out.
a kiss, awkward and unsure.
flushed with emotion.
trace each rib. count each hair.
afterward, watching them, their energy, their earnestness. the way they attacked everything.
they were boys, real boys.”
(disco blooodbath- james st. james)