Exists Me, Exists He
If I am to be labeled weak for missing the touch
of your long silver-tipped fingers,
of your lips that sang to mine a slow ballad we both danced
so many times before, disheveling our thoughts,
finding us cloaked in confused reverie,
both shocked of who we really are, unmasked, naked, together...
then label me weak.
If I am to be labeled sad for admitting that your taste
remains in my mouth after all this time,
a pungent and sweet truth so pure, it frightened your soul
and scared you away for a while,
where in your own mind, you labeled us anathemas,
punishable by laws we were taught to fear...
then label me sad.
If I am to be labeled pathetic for still desiring you
as the man you are, for being blind to the obvious mess
and still holding onto our secret,
for admitting that just the thought of your greenish eyes
looking down on me submerges me within myself,
drowning, asphyxiated in my own liquid...
then label me pathetic.
If I am to be labeled stupid for being loyal to you
with all your excuses, forgiving you, trusting you, loving you,
completely and unselfishly,
finding true happiness within my heart every time I see
your face smiling at me, staring at me,
and finding a peace I have never known when you hold me,
then label me stupid.
If I am to be labeled a dreamer for believing
that our names were mentioned somewhere in time,
whispered among omnipotent deities in a world where fantasy meets reality,
where stars aligned and moons revolved
in order for us to meet one day and begin this story,
where our bodies smiled and our souls collided recklessly...
then label me a dreamer.
And if I am to be labeled all these things,
then I am a weak, sad, pathetic, stupid dreamer;
one who loves without hesitation,
who gives without receiving,
who judges no one for I am not God,
who is unafraid of feeling and desiring,
who believes in magic and the wonders
we have yet to see,
that in this reality we have created,
exists me, exists he.