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James Dean and Paul Walker Having Sex
It began like a siren
Instead of a morning.
Kissing James Dean was never poetic, it was violent.
It’s was bad as you would think.
Their pulses
slapping against each other's necks.
Savage in his skin, heaving at Paul Walker’s
Waiting to explode.
An equation of harmful things being done to the tender.
Vintage cowboys crying
like we pictured them. Shirtless.
Stroking
Their gun.
James used to wake up with his stomach touching Paul’s
The cruelness of nature.
Interlocking of antlers, fingers, tongues.
How his hand could move Paul’s entire body without (ever) touching him.
Gasps in the night, falling into James.
A curtain full of knives.
Paul just wanted a faster truck
A real heavy piece of metal; to collide into
The way he kisses; his body screaming, saying nothing
Yet always still too obtainable.
The impossibility of another spring day.
Sometimes James was the collision
Brutal as a hawk
Eating its prey from the center
until he is entirely inside of the beast
His body full of Paul.
Lush on an April day.
He become the same
Predictable and flat
needing his chest
Another inconsolable shape on the ground
with the morning
And the other common, wounded animals.
Paul wanted to kiss an angel,
my brother
& James Dean. Someone in a suspended state of eternal burning
in heaven.
A box full of bees never touching.
And if it burns, the honey is pure.