tonight, a torch song is burning, <br />on the levee in Gramercy, <br />a bonfire, a distant always, <br />as hot as nineteen eighty-three. <br />after church we walked in silence, <br />beneath the tangled oaks, I knew, <br />and fancied Satan was upset, <br />when i sold my soul to you... <br />for a moon you never owned, <br />for a night of stars and bliss, <br />baptized in broad darkness, <br />by a Creole kind of kiss <br />divine and human, all at once <br />it went beyond blood brothers, <br />before we knew the sin and shame <br />imposed by peers and holy mothers. <br />southern closets grew damp and cold <br />with fear and condemnation dealt <br />for boys who did not fit the mold <br />were beaten with the bible belt. <br />tradition ruled, all else was odd, <br />redeemed, I sought to please their god, <br />through prayers for grace, my soul confessed... <br />plum NAKED was your Sunday best! <br />PLUM NAKED was your Sunday BEST! <br />PLUM NAKED WAS YOUR SUNDAY BEST!<br /><br />ToddMichael St. Pierre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-broad-darkness/
