31 August 2010, 12:00 pm
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Poetry: They Tell Me of Saints
This article was submitted by TNG contributor, Jeremy Pace
All I know
Is that if I can’t be with you
I will spend the rest of my life looking
For someone who looks
Sounds
Behaves
As you do
And if god put you on this earth
A straight man
And I a gay man
In some cruel joke
It means no less that I am yours
But only that I will spend
My days and nights beside you
In love
And friendship
And never kissing you
Not knowing you in my arms
Never touching you
In that way
Will be my penance
And I will die a martyr
But they tell me of saints
Martyrdom is a must
And so I will die
Saint Pace
The Patron Saint of Peace
Because I cannot stop smiling
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