#solntse.

empty passages & the touch of lovelorn lace. hair pinned back by the ephemeral hand. the track of a ragged scar, but one thousand times. the crypt is cold. a footprint that leads to nowhere. the artery that splits off into two. the love song of gurgling blood.

gabriel & jack’s love .. ancient . primal . (that is to say) the action (to love) becomes as easy & as navigable as breathing . natural as a pulse . not discovering it , it rediscovering them . the natural order of things . lovers comparing hands . mimesis . scriptless . ad infinitum . half a measure , then a full measure (with him) . one hand playing piano . treble but no bass . & that is precisely why no one can love jack the same ... loving gabriel is tantamount to instinct , the way an animal seeks food , air . love is tantamount to survival , it becomes it . his identity becomes a synthesis of gabriel & them ; if gabriel were to die , it would be deprivation . suffocation . to say he’s his other half is an understatement , he’s just gaping without him — take him away & he mourns him like a phantom limb . that is , still there , moving through the world as if he is still there . cutting off the head . the oxygen supply .