With gratidute to Rumi and Erasure for their inspiration.
I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to be afraid. I just want to sit and smile and fall into my brothers’ arms, feel the love, let the words go, and rest. Open me up and see…just see The longing, ambition, shame… The grief The love Open me up and see. I’m open I see you. If you want me to. I see you. Yes, that part too. All of you Can we just be still here? Now? Share the air…let it move in… And out Improbable, undeniable, inexplicable Connected Here Fresh beings budding together across unfathomable time dancing for an instant …or squabbling Our choice No words please. They lie. The poet says words lie. Cover up. Distort. Fail. And still we read on… Faith. Will not be ignored. Improbably woven into our gay essence and that of all the “others” Longing for belonging. We keep reading. We keep looking. We keep feeling. We keep knowing. We know. Love lives in a place untouched by awkward words. Eager to embrace us. Meet me there.
Poignant