Transgender Personals
Transgender Personals

When Will He Become You?

I could run 
around this forest all year
laugh through each new season
like a smile back on your face
after fears so gray

This time, you
have all my heart to travel
No windchime left untouched
no blockade left unraveled

I've gone deep inside
to let this toxin out
and as I excavate
beyond the quarantine
I've learned that sickness
was a daydream
I can no longer remember

Now that I
wake up every morning
with a smile, even though
I don't see your expression change,
I know that someone stands alone
across the silent distance
eager for his potential
to seize me with arms
of salvation - to watch me
recover in his aura's blood.

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