A Young Man
A young man holds a man.
He holds his lover softly,
And he finally understands that he can love someone purely.
He never thought he could.
You painted them perverted and confused their desires,
But as the years grow cold their love grows strong,
And they finally see what they have always dreamed.
A young man lies in bed at night and holds the man he loves tight.
He holds his lover purely.
Their hearts beat chest to chest,
And the warmth of bodies becomes a gift.
You cry for families where children are raised,
But love is the pleasure of the marriage bed.
They hold each other,
And share all they want to be.
They fight together with love.
They are a family!
A young man sits beside a man and wants to hold his lover openly,
But locked, cold minds
Would never take the time
To see behind
Their ancient set of values.
A hateful land
Would not understand,
Would not even try.
That is enough to make a young man cry.
Copyright © Christopher Rogers | Year Posted 2011
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