Sometimes

Sometimes, all we want is someone to look in our direction, nothing more, nothing less.

Just a friendly face, and a little acknowledgment.

Heaven sent.

(If there was a heaven, of course)

Something real,

A smile, a look, that look,

Sometimes, that is all we want.

Heaven.

(said in the gay way, and not the Jesusy way)

As in ‘died and gone to’, clutch my throat.

Not believe in me and only me, cross thy self. (Read the rules)

Something to believe in,

Love.

Someone to believe in,
You.

Take my hand,

Your touch is warm and smooth,

And you haven’t let go.