His hands, weary in the light
fingers that fit between mine.
They will not let us
hold hands
But here, in bed
we make the rules.
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Gay Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of gay poetry. I hope you guys like it! I'm trying to write about what it truly means to be gay, and all of the complexities and wonderment it creates. Open to all readers! Please feel free to share! :)
