Gay Cliff’s Edge

somewhere
at the edge of humanity
is a boy
with his hands outstretched
toward another,
begging for his heart
to be eased
of such a burden as this ;
 
soft boys do not love
boys with eyes like thunder
and hair like a storm,
they don’t fall
like the crest of a wave
into the open arms
of another man
and live to call it home
 
but the burden is this,
something dark lines his eyes
as he clenches his fists,
hands clawing
at a lover who the world
says should not be his;
and he dares humanity
to push them over the ledge

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