Imagine a wonderful place,
No war, no violence, no pain.
Happy, right?
Now imagine me,
Standing in the middle of this ravished style,
Naked.
Black, darkened clouds above my weary head.
Shadowing my vulnerability towards every rain drop.
Each containing acid,
Every droplet destroying my inner innocence.
Every slytherin slander from thy mouth hitting my skin.
It burns,
Just like your homophobic slurs.
It continues to downpour,
I’m nothing much but bones.
Staring up into your so-call perfect world,
The world that you imagine for me.
Your blissful eyes battering at the cloud you have created,
The cloud I cannot get rid of.
The cloud that has melted me,
That melted that love I HAD for you.
Your stylish grace can’t uphold your remarks you have on me.
I’m sorry I can’t be your perfect world,
I’m sorry I can’t be your perfect son, grandson, cousin, brother, or uncle.
My body is trying so hard to take control of this tsunami,
Trying my best to keep my skull lifted high,
but there’s the acid,
sweeping into my exposed bones.
As you see it,
There shouldn’t be anything left but a scarred body.
And that’s how you left it.

Was it me who did something wrong?
Or was it your thundering slurs
or you lightning expressions
that left me this rubble?

No mother,
I can’t be your perfect flower,
All I can be is this beautiful rainbow you have left behind.

In my world,
we aren’t allowed to love men if we’re women,
In my world,
we aren’t allowed to love women if we’re men.

It used to be that it was wrong for men to love men,
or women to love women,
It used to be frowned upon for them to get married,
the way we do so often.

“God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve,”
protestors used to claim.
But according to their beliefs,
God created everyone the same.

I couldn’t imagine waking up without the love of my life,
next to me every day,
Her warm arms wrapped around me;
our bodies lying in a tangled array.

My brother couldn’t imagine waking up without the love of his life,
next to him every morning,
Or going to sleep without him,
for without his husband he is nothing.

Plato said that Zeus struck the humans with four arms and four legs,
with two hearts and two faces,
For he feared their power and condemned them
to search for their soul mates embraces.

If Plato is right and we are split into two halves
why did they used to think it meant opposite sexes?
If in mitosis a cell produces an exact copy of itself
why didn’t they think it meant same sexes?

But perhaps it is wrong for us to conclude
that heterosexuality is so unacceptable,
If now we think it is so ridiculous
that homosexuality used to be considered terrible.

r.f.

I opened the shutters and light eventually claimed
the perfection covered by my blanket. Dozing off
like it wasn't past eight and he had work
to do.

Last night was beautiful. It seemed like we were the after-effect
of a writer’s figment of imagination. No existing words
could ever describe and give justice as to how graceful and
stunning we were.

He held my hands – filling up the spaces that once stood
alone (but now never again). He touched the small of
my back and danced with me in the moon lit veranda with
only candles to witness us both.

His neck radiated of fresh soap and mint. His breath of
chocolate-covered strawberries we have shared fifteen minutes
ago. His soft, delicate hands tracing the non-existent contour
of my waist.

We swayed along Muse and Switch foot. As the last seconds
of our last song neared, he took me in his arms, and
put my lips against his. No one to see, no one to judge, no one
to ever write of.

Time flew so fast, yet so slow. Seconds turned into minutes,
minutes turned into hours, hours turned into centuries, and
after all my infinite nanoseconds, we were back under my covers
giggling like 5 year-olds, as love-stricken back in 2002.

And seeing his eyelids flutter now, I wonder if you are
ever going to leave again. Leave me back in my slumber, with no
deep brown eyes to wake up to. And without you, no one’s going to
*empty my aftershave or tie up my necktie anymore.

And if love could talk,
express its thoughts,
it would tell you
it doesn't care about gender,
it would advise you to remember,
that it cannot be planned,
despite your demands,
and that the holding of hands
between two women from Venus
or two men with a *****,
is exactly the same,
as that shared between
a girl and boys frame.

And you,
you are gold dust,
scattered perfectly,
Between the seams
of my existence,
And you sparkle and shine,
withstand the tests of time,
As you listen and remind me,
Your love is irrevocable,
Unstoppable,
And i,
I am incapable,
to withhold, your insatiable,
burning light,
you put the stars to shame
And the world to rights
As you glitter and i hold you tight,
In fright of you slipping through the cracks,
In my heart,
Where others have took pieces,
Left their mark.
And you, you take these
frayed seams,
These broken dreams and sow
Together something unbelievable,
Inconceivable.
And i hold you in my hands,
sifting the idea,
of no expectations or demands.
You form a safe landing,
With you i am standing,
on the edges of the shore,
Always left wanting more,
and your eyes they soar,
through my veins,
as you demolish the remains
of my past,
And i pray, this isn't too good to be true,
I pray this will last.
And you free me,
Your understanding, your loyalty,
allow me to be, all i can be.

And you,
You tell me Im a beauty,
But all that i am,
Darling,
I owe to thee.