Queer Anytimes.

Somedays
I sit on the couch
thinking over the suns and moon
we have spent seen together

When
somethings were never told
I ended up scribbling them here

Like
crafting an art work
a pure form of artistry
I had ever brushed on

And
plan our times of fantasy
where the angels would whisper in my ear
that you shall be loved

Now or otherwise.
To love you pristine.
despite the hostility 'they' had for you
and the word of four letters
which until now didn't exist.

© Latika Sareen