#safeguarding
reading back,
different
words
spring to mind -
for love, for touch. for secrets kept and body given.
but these words -
hidden
between worn lines adorned with romance, saturated with (thrill-seeking) *** -
they describe bad - when *** (with him) was good.
it wasn’t perfect - it was better.
better than being mauled by boys who couldn't think past their own hard-on.
better than drinking at night in the park.
better than being alone.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
I climbed and found that I had missed the last keepers of the lamp housed at the top of this lonely spire, but I stood and witnessed the ever breaking waves like unrelenting prayers for some lost salvation - each swell answered by a beat, a clean, sharp pulse punctuating our passage but denying us the sweep of the bright beam once worshipped by our fathers as they sang in the wash of hope which still cuts clean through the deepest dark of the night, in answer to the generations of faith placed in the warmth of the unquenchable light.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC