the world advises us without being asked,

prescribing trendy beauty and 

quiet, partitioned love.

so we throw the windows open wide,

stomping, screaming our love songs,

our grotesque love overflowing.

we will be our own light going into 

that unyielding dark. we will be

each other’s homes at night.

and when you cannot find the shore,

I will be there, waiting for you,

my lamp shining bright.