This poem is
dedicated to my late friend who passed away because of HIV. You the (wo) man!
Cocooned
Lady (Man)
Her (his) gentle eyes pierced my wandering soul
Wretched
anxiety rippled down my spine
Hidden
crash of sadness I hardly control
Gazed
in silence that you will never be mine
Lustrous
sense of caress of her (his) celestial lips
Veiling
my hurt with a stiff deceitful smile
Heart
throbbing into fragmented strips
Courage
trapped in my emotionless isle
Our
vivid golden hair burning like forest fire
Your
tangled strands I can never touch
Rip
my chest bare to break this desire
Denying
these feelings ache me too much
Like
how soft fragile flowers can hardly bloom
Into
the distance I accepted lucid defeat
Low
breath of soreness crept in my room
Silent
beats of sobbing was never this sweet
Written
by a lady (man) from her (his) confined cocoon
To reveal
the other side that no one can see
Fears
pulled back by firm societal platoon
Shocked
how I saw that this lady (man) is me
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