Us

My true heart is blind,

Guided only by your voice,

A cool drop of rain.

Your smile, a calm dream.

A loving warmth in my skin,

Left by your soft touch.

Some say we are wrong:

The government, our preacher,

Your judgemental mom.

I remember when

She first caught us together;

Told us we would burn.

I already burn

In others' hatred, their fear,

Your fiery glance.

You wept in my arms

While we sat on your front porch,

Asking me to stay.

We drove to the beach,

Where the world does not exist,

And slept in the sand.

Life is where you are

And if you and I are wrong,

Let us not be right.