LGBTQ+ Poem: When love becomes happy, gay and sin, by Promise Omondia

tequila now tastes like salvation,
resting my head on bosom soft as mine,
fingers so frail yet caressing my heart like feathers on lustful flesh, visceral melody
that sends me screaming back into my ears

she’s Salvatore, I’m the worthless whore condemned
to loneliness

creation is rewritten: Eve and Eve
(or maybe Ava?)
living happily in Eden gazing at the sun’s
crescent and stars serenading the chemtrails

there’s no such thing as forbidden,
even in this garden.

the earth is just another jaundiced artwork
another piece of shit
defining love as black and white

ps: i’m rainbow across the dark sky
she’s heaven.