ONE FRUIT.
Two kindred spirits, moths to a flame
We burned out both ends
Guilt is not a simile
Nor a pseudonym for our love.
Born of religious fever
And fuelled by true desire
How can shame be real
If it feels as good as this.
Locked inside the travesty
That props up old and weak
Tortured by the pain I feel
The pain I feel for you.
Many promises are broken
But as he is my witness
And I know him very well
I will not desert the opening heart.
You, you stooped and opened arms
To bite the hand that’s feeding you.
Now gone is the longing deep within
I still burn my flame for you
Sensing the heart as only we know how
That’s the intuition we birds of a feather feel.
The memory smacks, it hurts like hell
Just like they always preached
I cannot deny something is missing
I never will be saved, nor do I care.
There is another that takes the place
Of entwined understanding sweet giggles
Even on the spirit itself
And that it will survive.
To see beyond the boundaries of parochial eyes
Enter knowledge to soak the skin
Gain the semblance of understanding
And live not to a whim.
We all need substance and you are real to me
Its not wrong to love another, another like yourself
For oranges are not the only fruit.
GRUM
