The rooms were walled with glass windows from floor to ceiling, greenery framed women surrounding me with a love and warmth I have often longed for. I was floating in the image of memories at Arnold Park in Rochester, NY; a small street with an island separating lanes. There where pillared gates at the entrance to a street of opulent homes beckoning me and one home was a Zen Center. A shallow rectangular pool welcomed me as I slid into my reminiscences of women and memories finding love; where a dance began as a slow mantra at the Zen Center. It was a world where I had interloped; borrowing their garden and pool near my friend’s home.
Arnold Park had become my sanctuary of wishes for my life with my friend. He always wrapped me in words and beauty. Even if he liked men. I had only begun to experience life in many forms. I re-emerged from the pool and a naked man whose slim elegant structure embraced me. He told me I would always be loved as I pressed my naked body to his and I knew without the act of sexual desire, it began overtaking us. His words were became my truth.
