Boy With The Rainbow Flag Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus

My blood is black and heart is stone,
I am condemned.
There is no salvation (in these arms you offer me) .
My soul has taken the brunt of this passion,
It has left my body an empty shell.
Your cape of caress,
It is a shroud of unspeakable torment,
It is a blanket of pain,
It is an iron maiden cardigan.
Their condescending eyes chide me,
They chide our love and say it cannot be.
But still you hung,
Your gayly coloured flag on high
And said, pride, pride.

They said love was blind
But they did not see our blindness.
They said love knows no bounds,
But still they wanted to keep us incarcerated
Within their high walls of love.
But our love it learned to climb,
Only to be shot down,
By gunmen of God and moral righteousness.
Still it wouldn't die,
But the wounds are deep and dire.
Leave and go far!
Go far and leave the wounds to mend!
But leave behind your rainbow flag.
Because you, I will always love.
Because perhaps when we're old and grey,
They will come to see our love.