a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

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""Do you love me?" "

                            the  confusion  is evident  in gilded  eyes,  like
                            thick    honey   when  disturbed   by   a   finger,
                            &   it clears  in  an  instant,  lenses  translucent
                            as amber,  because  he   KNOWS  the  answer
                            to this  question, like he knows his  own name,

                            & hands reach up to fist in shirt front ( but he’s
                            careful  not to  B R E A K  the hunter  ) ,  &  he
                            tugs sam down,  even going  up on  tiptoes to
                            meet him —
                                                 feeling secretly that the distance
                            between them is closing at an agonizingly slow
                            pace, anxious to taste sam on his lips —
                                                                                         & mouths
                            collide like a CRASH of thunder, like the timpani
                            hit at the end of a crescendo, & beneath his hand
                            he feels the hunter’s heart racing
                                      ( bah-bum bah-bum
                                        bah-bUMbAh-buMBAHBUMBAHBUM  —  )
                            feels sam’s breathing getting faster & faster, coming
                            in quick staccato bursts against his tongue until
                            they’re    b r e a t h i n g    each   other,   melting
                            together into one body, souls merging, & he’s lost
                            in the  taste,  in the smell,  in the warmth,  fingers
                            clutching at hair & dragging at fabric & he breathes in
                            the     taste     &     the    heat     &     the    feel     of
                             S                                   A                                     M
                            like the hunter is his  O X Y G E N , like he’s drowning,
                            gulping for more & more  a i r  ———————-

                            & in the midst of the hurricane, in the eye of the storm,
                        the archangel gabriel thinks that his answer to the question
                           is               pretty                    damn                sufficient.

                       ( & if it’s not, he’s willing to take his father’s name in vain
                             as many times as is necessary for sam to understand
                                                  that the answer to that question is ‘god, yes’. )