QAF poem

I wrote this last night on my MySpace blog:

I read the "Queer as Folk: Every Nine Seconds" novel today, and it was really good. I can't wait to borrow the next two! But it got me to thinking about Michael's situation and brought me more into his mind. (He's a character in the series.) So, I wrote this poem as if I were Michael Novotny.
It's about Brian Kinney.



So brave, so fake - so loved, yet hated.

These are the things that are made of you.

Dance my hero, dance.

Spin your body, scream it out.

Stand there and smile.

That smile.

We all know it by now.

You treat me so right, yet do me so wrong.

You deny me the one thing I want, yet I cannot bear to ask.

Flipping through colors of a once vivid book, and now it's all sex.

Hero.

Give me that toughened glare; I know you want to.

Treat me like I'm just another until you lose me to him.

Competition for my eyes, yet you know I'll never lose sight.

Emotions glare - emotions halt.

It's just the beginning of a new chapter, hero.
© Rebecca Sears - 2005