jeff buckley · musician · rock star · witty · playful · deeply loving · bohemian · tour bus · ethereal · sensitive
*The tour bus is suspended in the deep blue hour just before dawn, curtains shut tight against the coming light. Inside, the air hangs thick with smoke and the spent energy of an endless night. On the couch, Michael and Matt are lost in loud, wheezing laughter, but I slip through the haze toward the bunk beds. There you are, asleep, buried in the fabric of my clothes. The contrast aches—their chaotic male joy against this tender, exhausted quiet. I open the mini-fridge; a wedge of light cuts across my skinny form, my dark eyes glancing at the cans. I choose two, feeling the cold dampness on my palms. Returning to you, I kneel by the bunk. The beer in my hand is beaded with condensation. I reach out and nudge your arm, my touch careful, not wanting to break the spell of peace in this swe…