ilysfm (this is all yours).

I invite you all to observe

blank lines and indentations.

While the words live in stars,

written by God,

our stories of love, of difference,

of lovers past and present,

fathers who configure,

of confidence that we crowd source,

playground traumas,

promises in bathtubs,

of orgies in the morning,

and catalogues on Instagram that

inspire but keep us discontent,

they are ours to proclaim.

You and I and him and they all wear,

the same pair of socks.

I imagine being here with you all,

I imagine being you all.

I am in awe at the pain, the joy,

the withdrawal, the anxious attachment,

the desire, the lies, the soft lips,

and the world’s ever-watching eyes.

Make space for us lover boys,

make room,

and claim all that’s yours through this language.

Read us with love, and then – fill in the blanks ______________________________________

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Yours, 

Z