Fingers
Mingled, locked and fallen
Suspended
Captured forever in those cold dead drunken eyes yearing for simplicity
Shrill tongues shatter the peace and love and quiet...
of the city
The mold is broken inside of me
As eyes surpass the realms of existence and souls contort in abstract ways to form
a whole
a river of one
Eyes are neither green nor blue
But simply are
They melt into an image of love as I see them clearly,
yet do not discern
They do not matter
I dive inside them
And hold on tighter
to my reality
their astonishment
your hand
Blood stained glass paints the picture of purity, accpetance and love
of Jesus
of bullshit blond
of bullshit blue eyes
Skin all looks the same in the dark

They know it's my reality
and that's what hurts
that's what stings and sends them hurling messages of hate and fear into
outer space for all to see
I am a disgrace
I am a whore
I am in love...
with a man...
just a man.

--Ruth DeVault