Page 260 - Some Dance to Remember

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Ryan took one hit over the line: Sweet Jesus, he understands the
Energy we conjure is magic.
“The dream becomes the dream of us.”
Kick’s hand in his proved the words meant more than the muscle
contests.
“Keep on keepin’ on.”
He could have anything if only he remained true to Kick whose ideals
altered his consciousness.
“I’ll lift you bright in dark of night.”
Ryan began to speak, but Kick put his finger to his lips.
“Others come. Others go. We are home free.”
The home team.
“Under stars in dark of night.”
Ryan-Orion.
“Ever will I be your guide.”
Ryan’s heart, ruptured by Charley-Pop’s death, was set to burst. Kick
had found Ryan brokenhearted in a way Teddy could not fix. Kick could
save him.
“Guiding you at your side.”
Ryan sensed Kick realized he, not Ryan, was the coach. With Charley-
Pop dead, Ryan needed Kick to be in charge. For a while. With all his
Command Presence. To be held in trust. Kick, leveling eye-to-eye with
Ryan, let the lyric make his pledge.
“Breathing your breath, I breathe.”
Nights inhaling Kick’s breath; Kick inhaling him back; falling
together, high, down into the bed.
“Please,” Ryan said, “if this should not be you, don’t ever tell me.”
“Believing in you, I believe in me.”
“I believe in you,” Kick said. “You must believe in me.”
Together forever.
“...When a man loves a man, soul to soul...”
My lover, my coach.
“I’ll wake all your dreams alive.”
Kick hit the joint deep, pulled Ryan’s face to his, and exhaled into his
mouth. He pulled the palm of Ryan’s hand to the mound of his left pec,
holding it over his beating heart.
“Ever will I be your guide.”
They sat stoned, savoring, enchanted with each other.
Finally, Ryan stumbled from the car, laughing, very loaded, exhaling
the Technicolor Benday Dots of romance comic books. His hot breath in

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