My Closet Door is Cracked
I have found I have fallen in love with a woman's frame,
but I remain quiet, neither huntress nor game.
I do not flamboyantly bleed with multicolored pride.
My lips are pressed tight to keep passionate words inside.
Eyes dim, Hands numb, Heart sick
All because I refuse to glorify Man's mighty dick.
I am comfortable here with the clothes behind my closet door.
It's too bad I've finally decided that I deserve more.
















