Jan. 31st, 2004

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In the darkness it is just you and I,
our hot breath mingling like a debutante at her ball.
You're reaching out for some anchor, someone
to hold you against the sea of broken hearts.
What are a few whispered i love you's,
from the fumbling lips of a lover scorned?
All I do is trust you, like you trusted them,
not to break me and leave me bleeding.
In my mind we fit together perfectly,
like pieces of a forbidden puzzle.
Making vows under the covers, love's promises
vanish under the scrutiny of daylight.
You can only let yourself love me when nobody sees.
Folding yourself neatly into that perfect, fitted box,
my love is not enough.
It will never be enough to keep you from running back,
to your hiding place under the mantle of heterosexuality.
And I will never be able to shackle myself,
rob myself of my choice of love, that i fought so hard for.
So I lay here in the dark, loving the feel of you against me,
our limbs tangled together in a pulsing knot of joy.
What are a few pretty words from lips that lie?
I slip away in the night, leaving a bit of my heart behind,
my tears tracing the path of my feet, towards freedom.

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