Dan Byron Poems

In grammar school, numbers had their place, one, two, and three.
The logic was clear, and precise - it was then, and always would be.
In high school, math was no longer my friend.
A equaled B and C equaled three, I wasn’t sure about this new trend.
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Romantic languages hold the greatest history in my life.
Born into a French speaking home, English remained quite unknown.
In primary school the teachers insisted that French be left home.
Secondary school brought the language of ancient Rome.
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Within the general Spanish usage there is one word that describes
The concept of being in one’s birthday suit. “Desnudo” sends vibes
That state, desnudo doesn’t care as long as your clothing isn’t there
We have two words, they have one, it doesn’t seem at all fair.
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For me to be where you are is in your control, not mine.
Whether the distance be a few blocks or hundreds of miles,
I can be quickly summoned by a soft, warm, loving smile,
Though I may not be there, still our hands and arms entwine.
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My passions had driven me for years and years,
All in the name of what had been called a career.
I looked back and saw a career of prostitution
I traded most of my values for money.
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When I count the number of sexes,
I find and count all three.
I know it may sound strange to you,
But it is my reality.
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