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around their heads in a blue haze swirling around the music of a gentle
bossa nova.
“Who’s playing?” Ryan asked.
“This dude, this guy, this amazing guy I know from El Lay.”
“Others come. Others go. Me to you, soul to soul.”
“This guy is a bodybuilder.” Kick held the joint to Ryan’s lips. “He
poses and sings in Vegas.”
“The dream of me and you becomes the dream of us.”
“Poses?” Ryan hit, and hit again. “And sings?”
Guitars lifted the man’s gentle voice.
“When a man loves a man...he trades the world for what he trusts.”
“Poses and sings in gay clubs in Vegas.” Kick kissed Ryan’s fingers.
“He writes for Liberace.”
“Now you’re scaring me.”
“Have another hit.”
“...that you love me still the same.”
“I should be,” Ryan said, “singing this to you.”
“Angel, breathing your breath I breathe. Oh, how lovely. In the arms of
love...”
Ryan touched Kick’s beautiful wrist.
“Never treat each other bad. I would give you all I had...for one more
day with you.”
He pulled Kick’s forearm to his mouth and exhaled, licking his
tongue across the blond hair.
“Soaring to the end of time. Get it right, no end this time.”
Kick smiled.
“The magic of our love will win. I’ll be guiding you.”
Ryan’s heart leapt up.
“Soul to soul, man to man. The power of love...that you love me still.”
“I do love you still, now, and forever,” Kick said. Smoke wreathed his
face. His thick blond moustache bloomed over his white teeth. “This shit
is primo.”
“Thrilling till the end of time....We keep on keepin’ on.”
The lyrics sounded penned by Kick’s hand. He was so strong, so silent,
so southern, maybe this was a surprise.
“You wrote this. You had him write this. You told him what to write.”
“No. No way. Other guys...other guys are like us.”
“No one’s like us.”
The song flowed into the chorus. “...Soul to soul, man to man...that
you love me still.”

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