Shapes are begging to breathe 

Current loves, long lost loves, dead loves

Single bodies fighting for unreasonable, false passion

I will bring will, save galaxies and then smirk at boys’ insecurities

I have passed through holes of souls and found dense hearts

They wish to burn the queers over the fire and call them flaming fags

I am queer and ladies dance like the natives for me

they kiss and touch, but I have given all to nothing

Pound your fist, bricks, or dicks on me 

For all you see is a shamed face

For loose leaf chest centers 

Since your love is never current, long, or dead

it boast, it conditions, and envies 

While I will give my all for four days of smiles

All is her’s, and I place it to the shaved blades for her to feast 

Which is faulted towards past lover’s mistakes

and if it breaks I will find simple harmony