For You

Hold me until all
This harsh wind stops blowing
And we can just be.

Audience

With headphones on
I can hear your breath
They don't much stop the noises in the room, I'll admit
Because I cannot bring myself to choose a song
More beautiful than the in-and-out rhythm
Of your deep sleep breathe

I am cozy next to that rhythm
As I uncover sectioned off, members-only
Truths to you
About who you are about to start loving
About the boy-ish swerve my manhood keeps taking
And the manly way I brave my everyday
But those truths can wait
And slowly appear
As you pull the sheets over your head
And the curtain up on my life
The different actors
In different roles
All cast as myself
Will put on a show
But just know
That I will be sitting next to you in the audience
Too afraid to ask
"Well, what do you think?"

Your breath is rough and manly
Like your beard that leaves my neck raw from deep kisses
There is nothing boyish about the lover under
Sheets
Beside me
But there are gentle exhales filled with need
And dreams
And questions
While I might not have all the answers
I will be here
Beside you
And your arms
And your chest
And your worst
And your best
Showing you what I know
And resting as your pillow

Together

We have forgotten
What was fought in
Case you were wondering yes
To your question
My generation has forgotten
What was fought in
The 80s by our people
All the needles
Are forgotten
But we must stop them
From what got them
Confused about the truth
Of what AIDS looks like
What it does to a life
Because so many young gays
Take way
Like...way
More than one pill a day
For pains
They aren't having
So to them grabbing
One more for health, hell
Might as well
Bare ride that tight
Ass all night
Because somewhere they were told
In the voices of cold
Enemies of us
All we do us fuck
And shoot up
Thats life for us
Thats what were told
And we hold
Onto those views
Fathers warn you to stay
Away from those gays
Lord knows one day
They'll try and fuck you
But fathers never take
Back what they say
When some day
His son says he's gay
They mostly stay
silent, away
we fear the mistake
We've just made
Because maybe
Father spoke the truth
Ten years in the future
And a boys now a man
Trying to plan
His life with a man
But don't think he can
Because he's supposed to be a slut
And sluts don't wear condoms
And nor does the truth
It speaks to you
From the past
From the fast
Times of the 80s
Where our people crashed
Into each other and dissolved
My peers aren't involved
In their story
Don't realize the glory
Of a life without the shock
Of loss after loss
While each of the best
People met death
And you wait for your own
They feel so alone
Not knowing the home
That used to be our community
They have no more unity
Aside from one common thing
Not what you'd think
Not gay
But the way
They behave
As a result of what someone they loved told them
About them
About us
The truth they need to hear
Is clear
We stand united and accept them in
To a group all the better because of them
And we care that they stay
Even if they
Dont want to play
In some naughty way
There's more to us than
What only one man
Can do with one man
It's what we can do
As a group
And what we can prevent
With a sense
That's unified
And fight
Together
Which is a word
Seldom heard
But needed.

Gift

Cover me in your soft, foreign tongue
Cover every inch of this American boy
With tales of what you have learned to be the truth
As the truth in another language
Teach me how your vowels hold themselves
Against the howling rise and fall of your meter
Allow me a chance to hear the song of your language
Free of lecture or explanation
I am at the mercy of your speech
Left, pleasantly and content
In a mysterious soundscape
I will trust that
You have no intentions of insults
That your words are flattering
Or honest
I rest, with pleasure
In the modern exotic landscape
Of your speech
I ask only that you whisper softly
Everything I need to know
But you cannot say in English
What cant you tell me in my native tongue?
What about you has to be said in words I don’t understand?
If you find that there are baggages
Secrets
Issues
My fresh and tender heart cannot bear the weight of
Do not deny me honesty
Rather
Place your gifts, wrapped
At the doorstep of my forehead
My earlobes
My Adam’s apple
My lips
And leave the unwrapping
To me

Male

Abortion? 
I won't ever know
A child in my stomach

But I do know the gestation
Of a mystery
And that miscarriage
Over and over again
Of never realizing motherhood
But realizing 
It is not
For me
To say

How Wonderful

How wonderful
That you're finally paying attention
Now that I've started
Treating you like shit
But 
I would
Could
Never keep this going
For your sake
Nor for mine. 
And your much anticipated
Attention
Is shrouded all the more
In tragedy
Because of it's means
Now I know, certainly
That you'll never know
How wonderful...

D.C. Gays

Ask me
To forgive
Your ignorance 
Your materialistic puppy dog capitalisms
Your immaturity
Your insignificance
Your rancid asshole arrogance
To forgive
And ask you for 
Your heart. 
I dare you.