Meet Me There

Short poem: Yearning for gay love in a contentious queer community.

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.