It’s not only about queer desires
Though they certainly live here as well.
It’s about the things that come to mind
That you’re afraid to share with
Even the most trusted of friends or lovers.
Secrets. Afraid to be even say them outloud
As if breath would breathe life into them
Making them real.
It’s fearing someone might be in the shadows
Waiting for you to fall asleep,
Yet you fall asleep.
“It’s not that likely”
I think to myself.
“But what if it is?”
With fear in my heart
I surrender to death,
And it’s sweet.
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