It appeared to be my season for blondes- Once dark ones- bleached to an inch of white; Interval acts, lasting only the required amount of time Before the audience lost interest and fidgeted in their seats. You found me almost naked- drunk on gay pride And neat vodka on a side street somewhere IContinue reading “Blonde Summer”
I am, In every breath, Everything that we made And all that we let fall away- Too soon.
I laid Within your arms And mistook your charms To be comforts which failed to last Past dawn.
The light- Dancing through trees On this November day- Is enough to want the winter To stay.
At night, Stripped of all light, Naked in the shadows, I remove the armor and cry Alone.
Blue rain, To wash away The stain of what we are In the face of all we dreamt of- In vain.
I will, Till my last breath, Bury myself in life And therefore diminish the depth Of Death.
Only When you have laid In someones loving arms Can you know how it feels to lay Alone.
We have, Within our hands, The gift to shape the world And the courage to turn this world To good.