Iridescent waves
frothing over rocks
break upon the shore
wind singeing color
on our faces
the sky
a bright cadmium yellow
washing away
the miasmas
of the night
a beacon shines
a siren call to home
I have watched her grow
a confident young woman
my sweet sixteen girl
Satin sheets
lace curtains
soft breeze
across bodies
goose pimples
rise
on naked skin
heated
afternoons
drowning
in memories
that arise
with every breath
Red lips
Tasting
Biting
Consuming
Red Apple
Juices Flow
Blood Red Toenails
Peak out
From Sandals
Temptation
As I kiss her
Her bite draws blood
Hand holds the red rose
Thorns pierce white flesh
Blood flows
A river of pain
No one to understand
Crushed under
Meaningless lust
Buried under the purple-red bruises
Red eyes filled with tears
The red sun sets
A fiery end
Poetry
speaks in tongues
that shine within
the darkening days
dismantling our walls
built upon sands
that shimmer and shake
exposing dragons
in nightmares
revealing scales
thick with grief
There I was,
a straight white guy
standing in the midst
of this diversity of people
who were happy,
happy, despite the hate
happy, to give hugs
happy, to hold hands
happy, to kiss and love,
who am I to say they’re wrong
or that they don’t belong,
what does it mean
to be straight anyway,
when really
no one truly is,
so maybe if we look
and see happiness
emerging from people
maybe we’ll find happiness
within ourselves
and the healing we need
Hand holds the red rose
Thorns pierce white flesh
Blood flows
A river of pain
No one to understand
Crushed under
Meaningless lust
Buried under the purple-red bruises
Red eyes filled with tears
The red sun sets
A fiery end
