Skintight seduction, black satin painted on flesh,
Mascara running thick with emotion.
We share a bond, not of love, but of pain.
Born without hope of sameness, equality,
We struggle with our identities.
Each of us different, not quite fitting in,
We search for understanding, acceptance.
Plunging into the depths of each others eyes,
We find our yearning is not to be exposed.
Our passions raging at what can not be,
Swallowing our hearts, devouring our dreams,
Preventing us from experiencing the simple joys
of life, of being normal.
We rule the night in numbers, but to what end?
Surely our demise can be the only outcome.
But until that time, we can share this time.
Together we are victims of loves cruelest joke.