Side Altar

I exist for this secret love that has no solid future but makes me feel alive and momentarily hopeful. I can't wait to see you again at the hotel lobby with your friend or in the vacant lot where the kids skateboard until dusk. For me, I conjure up a dream when I see your face, when we make some journey to a new or forbidden place. I think we care for each other in our way but we're dogs that have been kicked too many times in the teeth, certainly a lasting relationship is out of reach. In a minute, one can disappear for a walk along the beach to gather his thoughts or commit suicide at the side altar of a church after his last votive candle is extinguished.