all in the name of love

queer-with-a-pen

there is no nobility in suffering,

no flowers will grow through the

scorched earth of a barren heart

 

and my heart will not stay barren,

do you hear me?

i was made to love and

be loved in turn

 

and if the way that i love

means i am damned,

well then so be it

 

because my soul sleeps most

soundly with the devil,

and i like it that way

just fine

 

but there are no curling tongues

of flame here,

no shame in the way you’ll

take my hand so tenderly,

and hold me oh so close

 

and i am not prometheus 

in this story, 

there is no eagle to feast

upon my liver,

no dark sky to gaze down upon

me from so far away

 

nay, my love, there is 

only the way your name feels

in my mouth and on my tongue,

and how tightly i am

going to hold your hand 

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Comments2

  • James Michael

    There will never be damnation in matters of the heart. This one comes from yours. Very well done!

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you, my friend!
      This is a love like none I’ve ever experienced. I am very lucky to have felt something like this in my lifetime 🙂

    • jarcher54

      Whatever that name is, most of us have one we can chant in our quiet thoughtful hours, and feel a whole life of love, regret, shame, warmth, and wonder come flooding into our hearts. Thanks for the bittersweet reverie.



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