the gator hole

that moment

That moment

when you become

suddenly popular on tumblr

but you have become bored

and stopped posting months ago

because you start to feel

that the consumption

of images can be

as deathly as

consuming to much sugar

or alcohol or caffeine or gasoline

because you have spent

26 of your 46 years making images

because you have poured your whole life

into the creation of these sacred objects

and you look on as

your artifacts of transcendence

are reblogged with an

inane quote and no attribution

because you have just

completed a body of work

of such beauty

that it has broken your heart

reduced you to tears

a mythic love poem

about the lover and the beloved

because it would be a betrayal

to Beauty

and Art with a capital A

and to LOVE

to put such images

in a realm of hungry ghosts

that moment

when you decide

to take those photographs

made of real light and paper and tears

and blood and cum and sweat and piss

and to lock them away

to show them to only

those with open hearts and open minds

how that makes you die a little

because such a love should not be hidden