Our shadows meet under the summer lanterns
of the humid night.
Our eyes stare at each other with quiet words
affirming friendly motives.
Our inner thoughts are pure, waiting for us to
utter on our lips such perfect rainbows.
Our knowledge of love makes us tremble in
unison, a good sign, a better reference.
Our untold longings taste like fresh honey
and cinnamon bread.
Our rare existence to each other is a mystery
that we take home and nurture.
Our tender souls believe a good future, without
fear, without hate, without malice.
2021
chester maynes 