under the open heating vent,
pale sliver of moon winking
down at me where i lay,
tangled in blankets that i
wish were your arms,
i ache
deep and deeper in
to my cups,
i find the courage to
unknot my tongue and
say what i want to say
i ache for you,
and there’s a certain poetry
in that, wouldn’t you say?
but you deserve more
than a confession
where whiskey warms
away the trepidation
and still, i find that
i don’t want to live
the rest of my life
regretting not having fallen
at least a little bit
in love with you
because i do, ya know
i choose to love you
on purpose, fate be damned,
i love you on purpose
i do
i do
i do
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2022 00:15
- Category: Love
- Views: 23
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Comments2
As a homosexual, this poem infatuates by my nightstand daily. Preach.
As a fellow homosexual, I thank you for reading my work and enjoying it!
One of your best. The heart is where you project your feelings so…so… very well.
Another one where I couldn’t sleep until it had been written. A joy to write. My friend makes a very good muse.
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