queer-with-a-pen

lover boy

i will render you

in word

in ink

in the trembling of my hands

and the racing of my heart beat

 

you will be sculpted

in the most loving way

taking extra care on

your pretty eyes

and soft lips

and crooked teeth

 

i want your grin to

be a mirror image of

the one that feels saved 

just for me

but that’s probably silly

 

if you’ll allow me

i’m gonna draw forth all

the beauty i see in you

so maybe you’ll see it too

 

all the love i harbor 

for you

shining through

my fragile and human ribs

parting like tree limbs

for this bright light

 

we can stand under

this burning sun together

you and i, lover

 

and i will render you

with all the care and tenderness

these shaking hands of mine

are capable of

Comments1

  • dusk arising

    When a love is special poetry is in the air. When a poet finds that love, then poetry fills the air and powers the hand to write.
    A lovely love poem today.



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