queer-with-a-pen

all i ask

could you be a lighthouse,

my captain?

a welcome and a warning

all in one

 

or is that too poetic

of a metaphor for you?

more of a flask

passed back and forth

 

choosing to mistake the warmth

in my cheeks for

naught but the effects of rum

 

there is a brightness to you,

though and just the same

 

my blood sings for you

backed by the sighing

of a heavy heart

 

but there is beauty in that, too

wouldn’t you agree,

oh, captain of mine?

 

more than anything, though

captain,

there is beauty in you