it came back to me

i

It came back to me

From years

Long gone,

Faint memory

Mouldering under

The crow-cold

Beady-eyed

Judgemental Father

Memory

Emasculated

By the

Cryogenically

Frozen Crone

Still,

It came back to me

From years

Long gone.

Resurrected,

Though perhaps

It never

Died

Just buried

In fear.

Yet, I

Have walked

With death,

And kissed

Santa Muerte.

I have survived

The grey necrosis

Of vapid gayness

Masquerading

Its empty folly

It came back to me

Desire scorched hot

Taken, kissed

Impaled by

The Divine.

About the author

David

Same sex attracted (SSA) man, who has the privilege of being a father and a grandfather. A man whose early upbringing in fundamentalistic Christianity has evolved into a strong connection with the spiritual, esoteric and philosophical branches of understanding. Finally, a person who craves the quiet stillness and deep silence of the eternal present

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