#lodgesung

PERHAPS THERE ARE THINGS in life that are meant to be all-encompassing yet brief, like a goodbye hug from someone you only just met. something strong and curt like bursts of morning light, fleeting fireworks. this, is how maximus experienced one of his most feverish lovers, in passing, a motion blur of certain uncertainties. he’s looking for a distraction today, yes, and music was one of the most effective kinds of distractions. he recalls an album playing amidst a block party in the late 80′s, & back then it was very word of mouth, so finding a song was often like locating a lost dog.

if invisible touch by genesis was a dog, ANDERSON RECORDS was the pound.

When Gabriel was in University, he didn’t understand why sorority sisters would all pile together on a single couch after an evening of hard drinking and spend the rest of the night cuddling and crying. But, he was starting to understand the appeal as he allowed to couch cushions to take him, and found himself sinking into a soft cloud that was just slightly tilted towards the other body on the couch. 

A LONG DAY resided in maximus’ bones, an exhale sounding from him as he passed through the familiar threshold of the home he shared with his dear paul. there was a particular emptiness about the place, well it’s no wonder with how exceptionally large it is, but  it wasn’t exactly uninviting. in fact this time, max pays no mind and actually finds a certain warmth in it. when the sun peaked through and coated every inch, he was almost glad to have the space to see all the intricate detailing of the tiled walls bathed in light. that, and it made for wonderful acoustics for a certain someone.

THE WEIGHT OF THE NIGHT PRIOR lied heavy on max’s shoulders, yet here he faced the temptation of normalcy; avoidance. he doesn’t actually owe alexander anything, if one were to think about it objectively. but alex was apart of his soul,  and as far as max was concerned, they were linked, making keeping anything from alexander feeling like a grand, exhausting task. it was something he had learned to master in terms of what max felt was protecting his well being and perhaps his own as well, but this time felt unique. this time, there was a communal feeling in the air.

oddly, sitting felt misplaced, so maximus hovers by a wall opposite of the other and leans against it, arms crossed. “you know,” he begins, almost regretting filling the once still air with his own voice. “..something.. something definitely.. happened last night.” he’s looking at alexander in increments, eyes feeling like they’ll burn out if placed on his lover for any longer than a few seconds.