A Toxic Reality

This thing we share, this attraction is a toxic reality together we must now face,

for what we have was never mere love, it expanded a different time and place.

The strings of your guitar strummed my heart not in sync with society's tune

This love is not a victory march, quaint and proper, leading to weddings in June!

The prescription for this love, written with a razor, cuts deep into what appears as norm.

Your illustrations of me point out just what's wrong with me, as they fill in the form.

We hid behind the glue stuck between our lies, so adhesively speaking, we lived a lie.

Knowing  our destiny, still we bend our reality, seeking to give their way a try.

Though my rainbow dosen't bleed the colors  this world chooses to purport its image,

I refuse to let them sterotype me into thinking the colors I chose will cause the damage.

Living in a world of purple people eaters dining on a cruisine of "stick it" to the other,

let us not forget who we are, you cross your heart, and embrace your own true color.

Indulging in doubt and sniffing  sharpies make my brain turn colors my truth deny,

but I have the cure now, for no longer to your officious mandate do I need to apply.

Come to me and walk me to the edge, you will see upon the cloud we must fall.

Fish don't get bored, they don't have a big enough brain to think destiny trumps all.

Like air, I rise, and beyond the shadow of the dregs of what humanity deem to be sane,

I look upon your crooked smile, fold into your aura, though together we seem inane.

Never to vibe with the tone of normalcy, our chords strike a profound melody.

Open the door, it's my time to fulfill the quest of what we know will  set us free.

Toxic, though we may be together, apart we would certainly cease to be.

The difference I see in you only guarantees that this need will increase in me.

And then there was one, for we can't survive as separate and distinct entities.

Into our purple haze we soar, let them deal with what they see as our iniquities.

Born gay, follow the ray, born straight, refuse to hate, a dialouge lost to ignorance.

Born into confusion, I take my heart out of the closet and loving you is my stance.

If this I feel be poison, let it flow through these diverse veins, and gently take my life,

for the ability to love is a gift we must no longer hide and look upon with strife.

Marjorie Joyce Leslie

07/02/09