You run
others hide
some of us stay
and lots of us ride.
All I know is my hair's a little longer
my heart's a little stronger.
The spaces needing filled;
comfortably stable
with my own identity
you stay at bay
I ask you to relay
and
to not run away.
Lay
here with me
Pray a little
Gray a little
with me
no games
no fears
no sadness
and no queering
of circumstances
Face me
don't turn away
from what is
and what is not
My heart yearns for
your presence
the definition of you
next to the definition
of me
this I ask
after much
pondering.
fuck appreciation
and situation
and disputation
and circuitous narration
the uncuttable affinity
of you
and of me.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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