he's a lavender heart,
gentle and sweet and calming and kind
with the kind of softness a mother
weaves perfectly in between every
strangled syllable she speaks to her
upset child; that love is encased within
the flow of his speech, yet his cheeks
are stained by the salty bitterness of
vinegar tears wept on too many dark
nights when the air was cold and the
moon was bright and his heart was
just a little broken. they don't like the
way he talks or the way he smiles or
the way he laughs because the
ambrosial taste of his kindness and
generosity is too nectarous for their
sour souls to consume. he is a humble
soldier of his Lord, bearing a flag so
bright, so beautiful, so pure
that the world can't stand it, won't
stand it, only hates it, denies it, and
throws it away, yet it still remains
that he is the kindness that i remember
when my heart pools with anger and
he is the light that assuages midnight
fears when the room is dark. he is my
brother and so i love him
and he loves him
and she loves him
we love him.
and in the end, that's all that matters.
