Saturday 13 September 2014

Love, Custom Made


As life makes us run the gamut of this world’s (and our) various shortcomings, don’t all its lovers - gay and straight alike - dare to dream of being able to say, ‘We did it out way…’?

Gay or straight, male or female, where love is concerned it...for real, pretend or make-believe... it is -as it has always been, and always will be - a (private) matter of each to his or her own.  As for those who so love to gossip and/or criticise...they need to mind their own damn business and look to what's is so unfulfilling about their own lives that needs must they get their kicks out of being bitchy abut someone else's.

LOVE, CUSTOM MADE 

We dream of being together,
looking after each other,
seizing each day,
and it really doesn’t matter
we’re gay

We dream of living together,
looking after each other,
leading the way
for those to whom it matters
they’re gay

We dream of staying together,
looking after each other,
come what may
and it really doesn’t matter
what folks say

Dreams that bring us together,
looking after each other,
realised every day,
custom made for all lovers,
straight or gay

Copyright R. N. Taber 2012; 2014

[Note: This poem  appears in 1st eds. of Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books. 2012 under the title 'Custom Made'; new (revised) ed. in e-format in preparation.]]



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