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    dots Submission Name: "Photos..."dots

    Author: Drifting Star
    ASL Info:    19/F/Somewhere
    Elite Ratio:    2.02 - 22/101/73
    Words: 485
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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       **WARNING**: There's nothing pornographic here, only ...it's featuring a shotacon theme! For those who don't know, shotacon is a romantic relationship (not necessarily sexual) between two males, vastly separated by age, usually young and teen.

    This is written for the Shotacon challenge on WICKYPOP and it's based loosely on a published graphic novel.

    This is installment five of five.

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    Small hands hold the envelope tightly,
    clutched to his chest like a prize;
    when he comes dashing out of the school,
    he presents them forward with a smile.

    A soft chuckle--the blonde takes the envelope,
    opens it up to pull out its contents...
    a reem of photos, glossy and real
    in his hands like solid memories.

    "For you," the little one whispers softly
    "So you'll always be able to remember me."
    The blonde looks at him oddly--strangely
    "What would make you think I could forget?"

    Little shoulders shrug--the blonde lets it go
    tucking the photos carefully into his coat;
    he takes the boy by the hand,
    walking with him slowly--strolling onward.

    "How about we make more memories?
    Right now? Today?"
    The boy glances upward hopefully--
    and the man can deny him nothing.

    In the park, surrounded by autumn's glory
    they take shot after shot;
    Little smiles and lots of laughter,
    the day passes in splendid form.

    When they finally tear themselves away
    the boy tucks the camera back in his bag;
    a firm nod--"I'll make you copies...
    ...so you never forget me...or us...or today."

    He let it slip the first time--the second, no way
    the man reaches out to stop him--to stare.
    "I could never forget you, not ever."
    He means it.

    The boy looks down and away,
    "But one day...I'll be grown
    And what will you think of me then
    when I'm big and not me anymore?

    What if I forget YOU?
    What if I can never go back?
    What if you are tired of me?
    What if you don't love me anymore?!"

    The boy is whimpering now, both angry
    and in tears, at once.
    The man sighs deeply, goes down on a knee
    and wipes the crystallline liquid away.

    "You will grow and I will love you,
    always and forever, unbreakable and sure.
    I love you in all forms; big or small
    you are always my love.

    And how could I forget you?
    When you'll be with me every day from now;
    You'll never have to worry about forgetting
    because I'll always be there to remind you.

    I can never tire of you--
    can one tire of oxygen?
    And I can never stop loving you,
    Because my life is forfeit without your love."

    There is silence then as they stare,
    love intoxicating them both;
    The man kisses the boy in full view
    uncaring who sees for now.

    It's brief and mostly chaste and he pulls away
    to smile down at his boy, who smiles back...
    they go hand in hand down the street,
    the man walking the boy home.

    "You know," the boy says softly with a smile
    "So many photos of us...it's a collection!"
    The man laughs softly and squeezes his hand;
    It's all true and he'd have it no other way.


    Submitted on 2007-10-21 16:47:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I really liked all of the poems in the installments, I think you are a very talented writer!!
    | Posted on 2007-10-24 00:00:00 | by Polydectes | [ Reply to This ]
      In the first three stanzas one get a feeling there paths is ending, the overall feeling is very light to contrast the other in is series,

    “...so you never forget me...or us...or today” this day was very important to the boy, he wants to make sure the old man knows this, but one get the feeling the man is toying with the boy.

    This is my fav stanza:
    “"You know," the boy says softly with a smile
    "So many photos of us...it's a collection!"
    The man laughs softly and squeezes his hand;
    It's all true and he'd have it no other way.”

    One get the feeling man’s collection is not out of love (“The man laughs softly and squeezes his hand”)
    | Posted on 2007-10-24 00:00:00 | by Polydectes | [ Reply to This ]

    Very well written, very easy to read.

    I like this one better than the other for some reason...maybe cause it's just lovely...and they're making these lovely memories for themselves...it's nice.
    | Posted on 2007-10-21 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]

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