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What they do not see
Is the full range of colors
In bloom
That I feel
Every time I look at you
the feelings aren’t butterflies
They’re rainbows
And that’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard
All the colors in bloom inside you
A full array
Like candy
And bouquets
They do not know the range of motion
Or the dimension
And depth that
Canvases
My empty bones
When I lay with you
Between the lines
In the quiet silent eyes
Gazing from across the room
I know it’s you
And there isn’t any scientific proof
About it
I feel color
Lighter than the day
Deep in my throat
A dark maroon
Like silk
That mixes with electric blue
And lavender
Softer than cotton
Billowing in the wind
Warm damp cloth
In the sunlight
That is the gold you cast on my heart
Like hot fire orange,
Carving into an iron cage
lion, ferocious, now tame
Pale blues
That turn to the kind of blue
That swallows
Cities
And erodes mountains
The electric lightning
That runs rivets in my breath
surges
And how the
Breath
Is coaxed out of my lungs
When you kiss me
They will never measure
The warmth of your palm
Against mine
The sweat poured
Over diamonds
The calendar days
Spent waiting
to ask her
To marry me
And they say,
It’s all just a complex
In our heads
Led us astray
From the real way.
But I feel color
Red, yellow, orange, green, purple, blue
a whole bouquet
Inside me
Fully in bloom
That makes up every fiber of my being
Entwined with every vein.
And you want to say
That I don’t know what I’m talking about-
No,
You don’t know.
What you’re talking about.
I’m gay,
and You’re straight
We stand on opposite sides of the fence
but between us, there’s no difference
