A subtlety
A well placed return
An elegance of posture
A glance
An unwritten history
A moonlight walk
As shadows stretch and roll
In the symphony of luminescence
That beckons me home
I am known to only have one lover
It is known that he is always mine alone
I am still the master of my craft however
For my sexual orientation is the least of a lifetime of
Carefully orchestrated skill sets
Cultivated
And
Coquettish
I am not disrespected for promiscuity
Or fidelity
I am respected for me
For the precision and consistency
Laced with fresh and innovative insights
That brings the gold
For my unorthodox approach
For qualities that rate at the top
Of any logical thought
As well as for preservation of history
Adaptability
And The fucking blend of modern, cold, and heart
I choose what I earn
And what I do not
I am not commanded
By any that I am not submissive to
Willfully
The carnival always comes in August or September
The bleak looks are never born by one such as myself
My sensuality is contained by myself
Because I am worth every accommodation I ask.
I do not wail
I rarely ask
I watch
I contribute
I am golden.
And for whatever it’s worth
I am coming home to myself
And neither I nor anyone else cares about
These little flotsams and jetsams
Or their wants
I am cold
I am calculating
I love myself
And humanity itself
I am one with the best
I am one
Resoundingly
Accurate
Unutterably appropriate
And beyond any proof
The ground is cold
The earth is sacred
Realities are kept
Preservation, insight, character, beauty, and skill sets, determine your worth in this life
Obedience is better than sacrifice
Is an maddeningly accurate statement
Because a love of humanity itself
Is better kept
Than a thousand dimly lit
Interests
About the Creator
Melissa Eaves
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
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