In Broad Darkness

Poem By ToddMichael St. Pierre

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

Comments about In Broad Darkness

passionate and compelling storytelling
i like that you have different styles and some serious and some foolish, very versatile
Absolutely Excellent!


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