belief

queer-with-a-pen

unsolicited and unwelcome 

a man bigger and taller than 

i am demands to know what it is

that i believe in

 

and when i tell him that

i believe in love

he tells me that i am wrong

 

and i tell him he is

making me uncomfortable 

and finger the cap on the canister 

of mace in my jacket pocket

 

i do not tell this man

that he doesn’t know what he is

talking about, nor do i 

ask just who the hell he

thinks he is to tell me

that my belief is wrong

 

i believe in love

in the way my friend wears

the pajama pants i bought him

and makes me pancakes and coffee

for breakfast

 

i believe in love

in the way she hangs the art

i make for and send to her

in the houses of her home,

willing to bring a massive

canvas all the way to alaska 

 

i believe in love

in the way they welcome me

into their heart and their home

and lets me make them dinner

and clean up after like 

domesticity is what you make of it

 

i believe in love

in the way my sister

calls me her brother

for the very first time

and doesn’t laugh when it

makes me cry

 

and i believe in love

like one could or would

a god,

but my god is not cruel

my god is not distant 

 

my god

is in the bus fair he makes sure

i have, and then offers if i don’t 

 

my god

is tangible and believes in

me like i believe in it

 

my god

makes sure i’ve eaten and drank

makes sure i get home safely

and asks me to text them

because they’ll worry if i don’t

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2021 00:17
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 39
  • Users favorite of this poem: James Michael
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  • James Michael

    It took a few reads for clarity on this one. Once again you have expressed your feelings about love incredibly well, a very hard thing to do for most of us. There are some words like “houses” and “lets” that could be changed. Typos ain’t nutten to worry about as long as you can project your emotions!

    • queer-with-a-pen

      There are a few typos I gotta go back and fix. Who would’ve thought that proof-reading was something I’d have to do lol.

      This one got away from me a bit, but was very cathartic to write.

      Always good to hear from you, my friend!

      • James Michael

        I’m glad you didn’t take my comment the wrong way. I always go back to my poems in order to make any changes after time away from them, if needed.

        I’m wearing the pajama pants that my daughter gave me. I hung a brilliant piece of artwork in my workshop that my son gave me. Hearing my grandson call me grandpa for the first time. Knowing that God is pure love. Being a team with my family when it comes to domestic duties. Knowing my love for my wife will always be there. All sorts of things that can be overlooked when it comes to love. Thanks for reminding me!

        Hope you have many happy days ahead of you this new year, my friend!



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