Secret Longings, Open Wounds
by Alfador Janus
The day my eyes graced your image
I felt my wounds resurface
Gazing softly into your lovely visage
Made me absolutely nervous.
There I was, alone with no method
In which to convey I wanted you
Yet I knew these feelings were not tepid
And I sensed that something could be true.
What a fool I was, for this supposition
Thinking that you'd be the last love I meet
After all, love is a mutual condition
And most certainly not a one way street.
The burning question still remained
If i would take on the task
If I'd ignore the scars of love that pained
In other words, if I would ask.
But we both know the answer now
My feelings concealed for many moons
My cowardice has overridden my heart
Perpetuating the secret longings and open wounds.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
