Bird droppings

Every day I leave your warm arms
Stepping out through the world
to face the cold dark day.
Fighting every moment,
struggling
to keep my sanity.
It's a bloody battle, this life,
living in this day.

I face the demons in my own dark heart
Ghosts of nightmares gone away.
Yet I live in fear, my mind alight,
wondering if today's the day

What if I come home
What if you're not there?
What if you were made gone?
Taken away from there?

The debates and arguments
that go on about our lives.
Invalid monster,
psychotic and bent,
Deluded, perverted freak.

It's my right to life,
my body, my choice,
You don't get to decide
But so many folks, so many lies
They'd rather I just die.

Why is it a question,
whether I get to live?
Whether my lover lives as well?
Isn't my truth and my life enough
Your incessant prattle to quell?

This is not a debate
This is my fucking life
My artwork to create

Still they refuse
and deny us our lives
and destroy us with words and steel.

I wish, I hope, I pray so hard
To fear to dare to dream

That someday I'll arrive
and together we'll dance
and live completely free
Being just who we are
Just being ourselves
Just you and me to be.

Until that day,
I'll snuggle close
And hiss at the oh-so-right,
Curl up with your warmth
And cling to your hand.
Twin lives against the night.