Now
I think I’m in love
as if I saw a rainbow
in a cerulean sky
Why
I give my heart
so easily, before the madness
& before anything else starts
Yes,
I’m still on the train—
the signal will cut out soon.
Why can’t you understand?
the inner pain—
& yes,
I’m still wearing a mask
so I can protect
others from me
from any stuff
I might be carrying
But is it enough?
We all have to be tough,
even though
we are still vulnerable,
pushing the red wheelbarrow
up & down
& all around—
& when rainbow flags shine,
I wonder where is mine—
are bisexuals part
of the equation,
& color scheme anymore?
hidden romance
under a cerulean sky,
fading into lavender?
Why
are we still hiding?
I still wonder—