Ganymede descends
and I care not if I am damned
for Heaven opens to me
at your gates
and all of love I drink
from the Fountain of Youth
in your heart
held out to me
in trembling hands
Ganymede arise
take my soul
in your sacred cup
and in defiance
of the laws of men
a garden shall we make
of Hell


© W.R.R. 1/31/2005

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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