I wrote this poem a few months ago, found it again recently, and thought I'd share.
I don't want society's interpretation,
The judgment passed by neuroscience.
I am not interested in what this desire is called.
Don't quote me a percent,
Trying to transmit fear.
My love has been recovered from the enemy,
Particularly that which carries a cross,
That greatest hypocrite the world allows.
The first moments of silence.
7 hours ago