Work Text:
We step and turn around the borders of
The strictures placed on us by one and all.
The Lords of Hell, the Powers up Above:
Two houses who would hold us in their thrall.
And yet we look for ways to still resist,
To let each other know our true esteem.
We cannot let our lips meet in a kiss;
We cannot say each little word we mean.
You reach for me as we stand side by side,
Your fingers slotting thickly between mine.
‘Nice knowing you,’ you say. If we survive,
I hope… we’ll have the world enough and time.
For now, while these words must remain unsung—
‘I love you,’ let this palm speak for my tongue.
