Knowing the pain attached to not being able to publicly express or seal the love for a partner due to gender, race, culture, or religion, etc, I was compelled to write about it. It is a bit rebellious, and amateur; but I wanted to share it in hopes that it might make someone feel better. I hope you like it, and I hope it doesn't offend anyone. My apologies if it does. It is certainly not intended.
Our Silent, Sinful Vows
She said "lets run into town and do it as the sun rises."
The chests of cathedrals heaved high--
denied our entrance
as the dawn filled with color from behind;
the clouds still thick with night,
and the morning so bright it was almost frightening.
Demons encroached,
their shadows ready to snatch us into hell
as wings spanned as far as the eye can see,
sent Rain onto headstones,
and soaked us
as the day broke--
and we exchanged vows before the absent sun.
She said "Don't worry love,
the truth apparently rests in the clouds,
and so all we need is to wait for the rain.
when the storm clears, the sky will be thin again
like the gloaming gossamer skin of a butterfly's wing;
when it moves, the highest of heavens will be exposed--
but for now, we can move like gargoyles breaking through stone.
Strangers are our witnesses."
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This is a lovely poem.