I Write to Set Sail

Why do I spend countless nights

writing copious amounts of poetry

trying to ascertain

the hows and whys

of never ending cruelty?

It's the only method to alleviate

the predetermined insanity

caused by the simple fact

that all my acquaintances now consider me the enemy.

My love,

you and writing saved me.

Soon we will be off;

you will be setting sail on distant seas

as I take one hesitant step after another amidst the mass population of the city.

Poetry

closes the distance.

You firmly grasped my hand as we stepped outside the rose-colored glasses

and the arctic stares of those who oppose us.

We once broke bread with these souls.

To them

we are changed.

Abominations.

Leviticus.

1st Corinthians.

We are every parent's worst nightmare.

So they think,

but we know better.

We know love

in its most truthful, pure form.

I know poetry

it holds me and wipes my tears

as I discover your abundant beauty as well as the

abundant ugly you must go through

all on account

of strong will caressing stronger love.

You're mine

and that's why I write.

My soul resides in each word

that falls from your lips

from my lips

from our lips.

To write is to capture

to alleviate the pain

and to replace it with elegance.