I saw two men holding hands, in broad daylight,
in public, as only lovers do. I stopped and stared
as one stops and stares
at spring’s abundance,
lakes of rippling daffodils, plains richly green,
as one stops and stares, entranced by beauty.
I saw two men holding hands, in broad daylight,
in public, as only lovers do. I stopped and stared
as one stops and stares
at spring’s abundance,
lakes of rippling daffodils, plains richly green,
as one stops and stares, entranced by beauty.