OF WEARING MASKS

It Is Everyday They Said...

Protects Us From Ourselves Instead...

Makes Us Feel Like We're Protected...

Without The Chance Of Unexpected

People In Our Lives At Night...

Never Say Love At First Sight...

Not When Lives Have Not Been Dusted...

Men In Masks Can Not Be Trusted.

Surrounded By These Loathed Tasks...

Guess I'm Tired Of Wearing Masks...

I Look For Depth Behind Those Lies...

The Soul Resides Behind Closed Eyes...

And I Can't See Until They're Open...

Till Bravery Leaves Their Glass Dreams Broken.

But Stranger Things Have Come To Be...

The Depth Of Soul Is What I See

When Looking Into His Warm Eyes...

What A Pleasure In My Surpise...

What A Chance That We Have Taken...

To Bear Or Selves With Masks Forsaken.

But Nothing Felt While Telling Lies

Compares To This:

Ths Honest Kiss

Without Deception Or Alibies...

No Fear To Hide

A Sense Of Pride

When Felt Between Two Boys Who Kiss...

Who Won't Submiss

To The Inaction...

(Not By A Fraction),

Or Fear Discrimi-Nation's Reprise...

For Their's Nothing More Sacred

Then When Two Souls Are Naked...

And A Kiss Can Be Given Without Need For Disguise.

© NOVEMBER 9, 1999

-FOR JOHN-