Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2004 10:41:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas-Alexander Kind <thomasalexander_kind@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mihai-01

'The truth is out there!'
And now here as well, as this is true and not all that
long ago...or maybe too long ago!
No disclaimer, as the ones that hold the power do what
they want anyhow. Everybody else does not need one.
Storycode:M/b

Mihai-01

A small brown frame containing a picture of doors open
to a patio beyond, green treetops in the distance.
It travels with me in the bag I sling over my shoulder
when I am leaving one place for another.
The sun is shining in that photograph, the treetops
are green and I remember the warmth of the day pushing
at me, as I walk out onto that patio.
It is in the center of this old, broken city. Three
stories above the street, which shimmers in the heat.
	*
In the morning, I make coffee and sit on the small
wall of stone, looking out into the street below, and
the treetops across.
Waiting for my lazy little boy to be woken up by the
sun slowly creeping through the blinds and settling on
his shoulder-blades.
The lopsided smile on his lips as he is dreaming his
morning dreams, which, together with the Cola the
night before, make his penis hard and unruly.
I sit at the desk now, clicking away on letters to
friends, while indulging in yet another cup of coffee.
	*
Taking small breaks and shuffling across the
sun-drenched deck with the heat of the late morning
pushing against my chest, from my desk to the kitchen,
I set the table and ready the breakfast.
Never will I be able to tell, how much I enjoy this
task...not to him at least... as I don't want him to
think I indulge him any more than I do already.
Letting him sleep late, just because he was watching
television until all hours and than,.... Well he did
wake me up, by jumping on the bed.!!!
Sliding his skinny naked body close to mine, wrapping
his hands around me and pushing his leg between mine.
Kissing my neck where he laid his head and breathing
into my ear.
How can I go on sleeping, when my boy is still very
much awake and talks and talks until I seal his mouth
with mine and tease his penis into the steely hardness
that we both enjoy.
His kisses, getting a little more desperate for more
and his wiggling body under my stroking hands telling
me that our love needs expression.
Until we are both slick with sweat and out of breath.
Close as can be, falling asleep,... inside we are
bobbing like small boats in a safe harbour.
Through a storm of our own making we have reached the
beach.!
		*
There is a tall glass of cold milk, ... a bowl of
sugar cereal,... fruit and yogurt.
A small glass of juice made from vitamin-tablets...
two of them, but he has gotten to like the taste.
Coffee for me.
And now the sweet task of rousing the beauty still
hiding under the blankets.
A soft call of his name...MIHAI...a soft stroking of
his bare chest, sitting beside him.
This gets me a lap full of sleepy head...trying to
stave off the inevitable.
So I stroke his back, and tickle his sides... until a
few pearls of laughter are rolling out from his lips.
Pushing me away, playful like,...though he quickly
checks if I am upset or not... and jumps out of bed in
one leap, with his stiff penis flopping in front of
him... pointing the way to the bathroom.
	*
It is my turn to sigh, ..and trot back to the kitchen,
my head in the clouds,... thanking the gods for
another day with him.
A noisy pee, a vigorous brush of teeth,.. a slipping
on of shorts... and padding of bare feet into the
kitchen.
A hug from behind and a Colgate-Kiss.
Than ravenous boy, devouring everything in sight.!
I love watching him eat.... get moist eyes thinking
about all the times before,..where I was not there to
feed him...and than my reward.. 'Thank You' in English
and a lingering, milky kiss.... before he asks for a
smoke and to watch TV.
Some Street-Boy habits are hard to break... smoking is
one of them.
	*
Out in the sun.. on the deck,.. we talk about his
plans for the day.
He wants to stay and watch TV...no way.! I want him to
go and swim in the river or some pool...go OUT.
I know that OUT is not only friendly... OUT is street,
is making do, making compromises...!
So we settle on him taking his bike and rolling off to
visit mother and siblings.
They live in a flat in the Center, no running water,
no Toilet, one room has most of the roof caved in...
no windows.
He takes his allowance from the box, that is his. The
key hangs on a small gold chain around his neck....if
my mother knew who the chain had been given to, she
may not have given it so freely...!
He will give all of the money to his mother.
I hope his older brother is not home, because
otherwise it will be him, that shakes the money out of
Mihai and will take it to the next bar.
More than once Mihai has returned, much too early,
from one of his visits. Tears in his eyes and bruises
on his body.
It is his world, to which I have no access,... nor do
I really want to. I just want him to be safe, not to
hurt... to come back.
		*
So I watch from the deck, as he climbs on his bike...a
quick wave to me and he races off into the traffic.
I am worried already, but this is his town,... he will
have to make it here.
His small backpack on his back.... I know he has taken
toys with him...he does not want me to know, really,.
thinking he might upset me, if he shares the toys I
gave him with his brother and little nephew.
There are oranges in his bag, and sweets...of which he
owns a whole cupboard full.
I fill the cupboard, he takes from it what he
needs.... he has come to trust that the magical
cupboard fills itself.!
A first he emptied it almost daily,... now he usually
only shares one chocolate-bar with me, when we are
curled up on the sofa together...me snoozing, him
watching some type of horror on TV.
	*
As he rounds the corner and I go back to my desk,.. I
can feel the emptiness, that settles around me.
Already I loneliness licking at the edges of my mind,
that hungry animal that I fed from my flesh for so
long and that is now eagerly stalking me.
It knows that there will be a time again, when it's
starvation will be over.
When I am willfully tearing myself apart and feed it
endless delicacies.
But not today,.. because tonight I will be,
impatiently waiting, sitting on the wall on the deck,
will be looking over onto the street down to the
corner, where my boy will appear.
Always too late for me, but in full racing speed, the
15 gears can manage.. hair plastered to his forehead,
breaking dramatically in front of the house.
Smiling up to me.... He knows I will be there watching
from over the wall... and than into the
elevator...into the open door of the apartment.
Gushing a stream of words... much too fast for me to
understand the little I do understand... but that is
not important to me...he parks his bike in the hall,
ignores me standing there... drops his backpack into
the kitchen... drinks a whole glass of milk from the
fridge...dances up to me and jumps up,... knowing that
I will catch him.
Clasps his arms around my neck and locks eyes with me.
Rubs his sweaty cheeks to me... he smells
intoxicatingly of hot boy....and smooches a kiss on me
that tells me he is home!


TAK