serious face #22

June 23, 2016

It's hard to be vulnerable. 

 

You held my side 

as we stood at Stonewall

West 4th

the vigil 

 

Orlando.

 

I read of a young couple

whose funeral is their marriage. 

 

You sneak your hand 

into my tank top

press your fingertips 

into my ribs

Your hand cradles my core.

 

I rest my chin

atop your head.

 

Take in the masses.

Grateful to be here

With you

With them. 

 

and I realize 

we're creating moments. 

 

We're creating 

 

A space in the world 

where we exist 

together.

 

I walked into No. 7

15 minutes tardy 

to my birthday party

 

You were the only one there. 

Perched on a stole.

 

Birthday candles 

in a Justin's 

Dark Chocolate

Peanut Buttercup.

 

When you smile big

You tilt your chin up.

 

I have feels 

A lot of them.

I search for outlets

for comrades

to discuss life sentiments.

 

You call it serious face

You silly your face

to be as serious as mine.

 

To be vulnerable. 

 

I ask you to tell me

I'm yours.

It feels like a lack of independence.

To want to belong to someone else.

To you.

 

To be vulnerable. 

 

You look at me and say 

You are mine.

And I get nervous.

Good nervous.

 

I want to be 

vulnerable 

for you,

bae. 

 

<3 

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