{"id":213,"date":"2016-12-13T05:59:19","date_gmt":"2016-12-13T05:59:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2016\/calendar\/?p=213"},"modified":"2022-03-12T15:55:44","modified_gmt":"2022-03-12T15:55:44","slug":"december-13th-christmas-morning-venice-place-by-littlestar61","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2016\/calendar\/?p=213","title":{"rendered":"December 13th- Christmas Morning Venice Place by Littlestar61"},"content":{"rendered":"

Christmas morning Starsky slowly awakened then swung his legs around the bed and quietly stood up. He gazed over at the other side of the bed and saw his lover was still in a deep sleep. Hutch was gently but quietly snoring, his chest golden with the softest skin, slowly breathing, in and out. His powerful legs, muscular, long and silky were tangled around the sheets.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still naked, Starsky tiptoed to the living room and glanced around the apartment. He smirked at the disarray of Venice Place from their passion the night before. Presents were still unopened underneath the tree, and the apartment had clothing, beer bottles and sofa cushions scattered all over the floor. The apartment was very still and quiet. He walked a little closer to the tree, bent down to flip on the lights and noticed a small envelope with writing. \u201cStarsk, don\u2019t open until Christmas morning\u201d tucked into the tree.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky glanced toward the bedroom and then back at the envelope. Yawning, he reached for it and slowly opened the envelope and read the note.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know how much you hate soapy scenes, Gordo, but I ran across this poem in a poetry book and felt it perfectly expresses how I feel about you. This is our first Christmas together, and I hope the first for the rest of our lives that we share. I love you more than I can say. Merry Christmas, Starsk.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love,<\/span>
\nHutch\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere I have Never Traveled <\/em>by e. e. cummings<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond<\/em><\/span>
\n any experience, your eyes have their silence:<\/em><\/span>
\n in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<\/em><\/span>
\n or which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

your slightest look easily will unclose me<\/em><\/span>
\n though i have closed myself as fingers,<\/em><\/span>
\n you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<\/em><\/span>
\n (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

or if your wish be to close me, i and<\/em><\/span>
\n my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<\/em><\/span>
\n as when the heart of this flower imagines<\/em><\/span>
\n the snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<\/em><\/span>
\n the power of your intense fragility: whose texture<\/em><\/span>
\n compels me with the colour of its countries,<\/em><\/span>
\n rendering death and forever with each breathing<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

(i do not know what it is about you that closes<\/em><\/span>
\n and opens; only something in me understands<\/em><\/span>
\n the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<\/em><\/span>
\n nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky read and reread the poem several times. Sensing he was being watched, he turned and saw Hutch leaning against the doorway to the bedroom watching him. He met Hutch\u2019s gaze, looked back down at the note and back up at Hutch. Wordlessly, he dropped the note on the coffee table and followed Hutch back into the bedroom and closed the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

Source: https:\/\/www.familyfriendpoems.com\/poem\/somewhere-i-have-never-travelled<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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