shy but not far afield
                Barry stands in strength
                tender to eyes and ears
                Barry stands in truth
               
                did you hear him?
                yes, we all have.
                did you touch his sweet heart?
                no, but he touched mine.
               
                IN BARRY'S ARMS
                we are all children.
                IN BARRY'S ARMS
                i've slept in dreams.
               
                a picture in a worn magazine...
                a furtive decision...
                i live out my attraction...
                a tissue thin membrane seperates what he
                is and what i try to hide.
               
                Nothing can equal his solid, meaty, voice.
                By Christ, By ALL GOD'S GOODNESS...
                BARRY STANDS TALL AGAINST ALL INTOLERANCE.
                I love him.
                ... and in that love nothing is wrong.
               
                ... in Barry's arms.
  



Poem posted by
Mark Alan Schmitt III