other people's poems, poetry

HIV

…the epiphany: that I am unsafe,
you who want me,
know that I who want you,
harbor the bitter balm of defeat.

Salvation

If I were to show you
how to continue holding on,
I would not kiss you,
I would not mix the fluids
of my body with you,
for your salvation
can not bear the live weight
of your sharing liquids with me.

from “Love is Hard Work”

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