Since I'm in a poem-posting mood tonight...

[Recursion]

/start Walt/

As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,
The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air
I resume,
I know I am restless and make others so,
I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to
unsettle them,
I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have
been had all accepted me,
I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions,
majorities, nor ridicule,
And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me,
And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;
Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still
urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,
Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.

/end Walt/

I'm not gay, but this poem always made me realize that some people are and love their loved ones just as much as I do (maybe I'm wrong in reading a homosexual subtext into this poem, but I really can't avoid it).

No real point here; I was just posting some Rumi in GD and thought I'd add some other poems I really like, since it's a boring Wednesday and all...

[imdjh]

1. Love sometimes precedes sex

And sometimes it survives it.
And sometimes it skips it entirely.

[Recursion]

2. I actually do get that

Keep in mind I first read this when I was 14 and full of hormones, and had no way to understand that kind of passion except sex. I've since, as a straight man, felt the way this poem describes about men, but at the time this poem was a huge part of my awakening to queer culture, even if it shouldn't have been. If that makes sense.