Creative Writing, Gay
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Grace

Original Sonnet and Illustration by Sarah Jensen

 

 

One night while I was sound asleep in bed

Your grace and kindness slipped into my dream,

And though these thoughts of you so pain my head,

I know my love is more than it may seem.

In sleep your gentle arms have held me close,

In dreams I cannot fear as in the day.

Cold reason tells me to forget the rose,

But warm heart will not throw this love away.

A hand does not seek other than the hand

But meets, instead, in holy palmers’ kiss;

Thus why should I repress the heart I brand

The same as yours, when much would be amiss?

                      Be bold and wonder not that things have strayed

                      For such a maid to fall in love with maid.

 

 

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