a gospel of tenderness

queer-with-a-pen

my word is my gospel
a body made up of snatches
of conversations
kind words from chapped lips
various pen inks
staining the skin of my hands
and blunted fingertips

believing so fiercely in a love
that i can only hope believes 
in me too

and i think a lot about empty spaces
so many voids to fill
like how your hand would fit
in mine
and we could laugh about my sweaty palms

like how a girl
i loved held my hand that first time
and said she wasn’t afraid
she wouldn’t be ashamed
walking by people in a crowded mall
and flipping through baby name books
like we deserved a future together

i think about your cold feet
wondering if there are holes
in socks that you keep forgetting
to sew and wishing there
were a way to close
those gaps of darkness
nestled between your ribs

we could plant flowers there
ya know
plants i promise not to kill
painting a black thumb green
if only to see you smile

and i think about kissing you
i think about it a lot
but i don’t have that kind of courage
still trying to believe in love
like i did as a child

writing that darkness into
something tender and soft
smoothing out those jagged edges
like carding fingers through your
messy hair

filling those gaps with
sunshine and smiles
and your name on my lips
a new favorite taste

giving myself a happy ending
and that’s okay

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2018 02:18
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 16
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  • Neville

    This is really quite special, at least in my book it is.. original and well worth re-visiting again, when I am sure it will have the same impact upon my poetic receptors.... Neville

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Hey, thank you! It means a lot you liked my poem now, and are certain you’ll like it again later. It’s a bit more jumbled than what I usually write, but I’m glad it’s not that obvious.

      • Neville

        My pleasure entirely.



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