Under the crimson moonlight

A sonnet I wrote for my current boyfriend. He’s someone who, for the first time, I can wholeheartedly trust that we will last for the rest of our lifetimes. I will admit, this one does come off more as an erotic/horror, narrative poem, rather than an actual sonnet, but I do like how it turned out, regardless, and my boyfriend likes it too!

Under the crimson moonlight deep within
the forest’s hallowed grounds, two beasts tangled
and danced in vicious, bloody sport. Their kin
canine and feline – opposites strangled.
And lo! These weres would fight for only play –
they bond and understand each other through
animalistic, passionate display.
Their aura turned a purple, greenish hue.
And in the afterglow – with course fur stained
in iron blood and muscles ached and bruised –
the fox and tiger coupled their contained
bestial spirits they do not abuse.
Almost two years later, they built a trust
unbreaking – never becoming red rust.


A Dream Becoming Possible

I’ve wondered more and more if
I will meet that soul which
compliments mine since
contemplating that I can love another
man as I can love a woman;

I’ve wondered more and more where
I am going now and
who with since
resuscitating my love for
God’s creatures, so much that
I wish to become one myself at times.
I’ve learned more about myself; I’ve learned

more about what makes
the animals, plants,
fungi, protists,
all life
tick –

how they’re similar,
how they’re different – it’s
quite amazing. Maybe I will

follow my childhood dream of
veterinary practice or doing my
part in conservation and education, to
broaden our specie’s mind, exposing them
to other life on Earth – life I

would rather be a part of. Oh, how

I would love that! And by my side, the
man I love, who shares my love
for the natural world;
whoever he may be.

A Late-Night Storm

I revealed my true self to a community of
those who claim to love me –

one member decided to voice her opinion
on the matter, one that was more like

an annoying mosquito
buzzing in my ear. She openly

questioned my sex life, yet
is that not a taboo subject
among close-minded followers of God?

Puberty happened to the old me,
the sheltered me.
I’m fully aware that

penis plus vagina equals snoo snoo, and
not penis plus anus –

don’t act like I’m stupid.

This brainwashed zombie continued
harassing me on the matter, as did others who
agreed with the old-fashioned, 50s American lifestyle.

I told them I was done –

no longer did I want to
associate myself with fag haters. Now

I’m a lost cat without a home –
wandering, searching, hoping for a better life
filled with a love that God intended.

I hope this torrent doesn’t come
to pass. Was this merely

late-night wanderings of the mind?
A prophetic vision of what’s to come?

Or a warning.

At least the graphite flaked off
onto the paper – now the
self-healing process begins