I keep thinking of location 14 feet deep
To far away but you cling with me
Re-living every unfaltering stare
Don't want to see them come by your eyes
Don't speck or lose yourself
Don't eliminate today
Don't publish a unwritten end
Or think to clearly you'll forget
We will have it worst
When the right to hold hands is forbidden
When the vibration of voices become echoes
But darling they still ripple through our spine
They give us chills,there will be songs for that
Our heads will spin,our visions will blur
But keep me oh so close
And use me as your tissue box
Divorcing faith won't carry us to a shore..
We will keep the lights on to snapshot each profile
A continuous story we will tell in denial
Where did we go?
Where we can't hide.
For we have seen where we come between
Exclamation points,periods,and unanswered questions
We mold each other,turning blind to color
Turning to look
But we find ourself staring
This reminds me of the recent gay marriage debates.
ReplyDelete"When the right to hold hands is forbidden" -
and it is forbidden much too often.