Now is the time

We exist unapologetically 

Now is the time

We hold onto our partners hand

And feel the conversion therapy machine 

Shoot sparks that reverberate through our

Vertebrae and melt into our hearts

This is how it feels to reclaim authentic love

Now is the time

We’re allowed to feel safe at home

Now is the time

We take the “sickly” out of

Sickly sweet 

And wrap ourselves 

In the warm embrace of sweet.

Now is the time

I can feel sincerely significant 

Without your southern baby boomer grandpa

Telling me that my love is “unnatural”

Now is the time

I can be proud of even making it this far

Now is the time

I let the endless homophobia pass me by.

Now is the time

I grip my partners hand tighter 

Whenever I see strangers odious eyes

Burning a hole in my chest.

In the perfect world,

I can love with passion and

Never

             Say

                         Sorry