Tag Gay Love poems
One of the things I regret the most
is going back to my place at three A.M. after Pride Fest
lying on the mattress next to him,
this boy who said he felt comfortable around me,
his voice, a string of lights lining the bed,
and this is when I remembered I loved him,
my body a finger on a hairpin trigger,
worried something would go off if he even touched me,
but we both passed out,
And I was finally able to sleep for an entire night,
this boy, the night light in my bedroom,
a tense, tight calm.
is going back to my place at three A.M. after Pride Fest
lying on the mattress next to him,
this boy who said he felt comfortable around me,
his voice, a string of lights lining the bed,
and this is when I remembered I loved him,
my body a finger on a hairpin trigger,
worried something would go off if he even touched me,
but we both passed out,
And I was finally able to sleep for an entire night,
this boy, the night light in my bedroom,
a tense, tight calm.
Looking to a ceiling I wonder to my world,
Is it wrong to open my legs for him,
Take him into me and open to moral fear,
I close my eyes in haste for the answer,
Talk not of I lay with another man,
Consequence is ordered, for ecstasy and men.
Why do you have these second doubts?
Where do fears spring from?
Are they from the teachings of society?
Or is something genuine, trying to speak?
Has it always been like this in life?
Think back all to your youth, in class,
Perhaps the answers lay’s in the past.
