a whole lotta gay.

Holding myself like this for hours

Makes your burden easier on me

As sweat drips down my back.

You don't complain though

And you're rather quiet

As you own my heat

And take away the cold.

Yeah, I won't suffer as the birds chirp

And I won't blink more than once

In fear that I might lose the curve of your face

Or the patterns on the walls

That dance around me, taunting me.

It's all quite foolish what we do.

I smile to myself, at the shadows on the wall.

It's amazing how these shapes do what we do,

Move how we move.

How do they know our next move?

Maybe I'm smiling at you though

And the way you don't give away too soon;

Your aim is too sharp and witty.

Just like me.

The lion's heart still beats

But it's trapped in wood and metal

So I can't hear anything but teeth.

Or maybe you make it faint.

I used to weigh my options

But the sky shifted and I took

You in my hands.

And felt.

The shadows claim more.