The dubious sun sings a mystic lore.
Winds dance to hymns never sung before.
My eyes stare the lumberjack bodied men,
and kisses their torsos to get a taste of heaven.
Suddenly my knees start acting too frail.
My soul trembles trying to break out of some jail.
I feel better not to fondle a woman’s breasts.
Rather I would caress his manly chest.
A gentleman by birth, he’s the courteous of all.
With a well chiseled body, he stands tall.
I blush incessantly as he talks to me.
But he kills my infatuation with humor and glee.
I wonder how to confess my love for him,
since the fire of acceptance burns expectedly dim.
But who can stop the roaring tides,
the wet dreams of him, the passionate rides?
Being a homosexual is a sin, they say.
On the hazy paths of morality is where they stray.
Love knows no gender,no caste, no creed.
Its all about society’s self righteousness greed.
So I DEFY your orders, O my pseudo brethren.
Not the time for me to hide in my den.
I will love a man, till my last breath.
Leave my freedom alone or gift me death.
amorebliss 