(for Jeffery, Jimmy, and thousands more)
Remember the good old days when
the word “immune” didn’t start with “auto”?
When a wine stain was something
he hand-washed off his shirt?
When, drenched with sweat,
two men would lie in bed all day,
not because they were sick…
they were just lolling in love.
Stonewall came and Gay Pride grew
‘til the storm clouds massed and
lightning struck down too many men
in the prime of their lives.
Christopher Street no longer radiates
the joy we knew back then, nor does
the Village hold the singular charm of
young gay lovers stealing a kiss.
Who would have thought a virus could
change our world in such a visceral way,
and never return us to yesterday?
Look back, remember, smile, cry, and trudge on.
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Three Word Wednesday – Drench, Immune, Radiate. Also on Poets United… Pray for a cure! Amy