Tiny torn face siloutted by tears,
eyes glazed in pain, I see a world.
the closeness, the touch of paid love
fighting has faltered, I find the fetal position.
when do I rise, firm and strong?
Who can right so many wrongs?
float on your back, let me touch you,
dine with me, talk to me,
let me have you this way.
I cry because in 35 years, its still the same.
violet vicissitude with no voice,
wounds I must still lick,  
my fear and solitude a forced choice.
cries of criticism mock me,
i shiver and shake alone in my bed.
the blanket my safety in an evil world of undead.
love has a price, and no one buys its truth,
cannot find the one I am commited to.
God's angel must be fierce with revenge,
but love I give and betrayal of love I get.