to the men who never yawn

we are delirious

spectacles of youth

living to love unashamedly

loving shyly

embracing and not letting go

dancing the sun awake

fucking till we have nothing left

till all we are, are each other, one another

till we all bleed the same 

and that is what the world sees

when the world sees us

cowardly spiraling into addiction

of each other

of skin on bones

of bodies together

of aching for gentle caresses

of dissatisfaction that being close isn't close enough

and we don't let go

can't, won't, don't want to

but ought to

let go