Safe Harbour by David Frechette
Though Destiny did not decree
That we become lovers
It's in your arms I find
Safe harbour from
A tidal wave of woes
Threatening to engulf me.
Your smiling eyes are my lighthouse,
Your lips seal out chaos.
The smoothness and warmth of your body
Keep the coarse chill of
The everday world at bay.
And I'm not afraid to christen you
My temporary shelter from the storm.
Frechette, David. "Safe Harbour." Brother to Brother: New Writing By Black Gay Men. Ed. Essex Hemphill. Conceived b Joseph Beam. Washington: RedBone Press, 2003. (80).
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