julykings:

somewhere, there are boys in love.
found them in the swimming pool,
found them outside the CVS, in the darkness,
in the glow of the red sign, in the glow of each
other.
they have music in their mouths, their halos get
tangled so easily.
found them in the river, found them, mostly,
in my head, saying my name, reaching for a
gold ring, they can’t find, above my head.
adam, they say,
they tell me how good it feels to lie in the sun
and be in love.
how good it feels to neither be dead or
different.
somewhere, boys in love push each other into
grass.
the grass speaks to them.
you are so loud, it says.
you are so loved, so loved.