#rdshepardwriting

written 10 april 2022

my love is sacred,

but then again,

there is no love

that isn't.

my love contains

endless energy,

bursting with

anecdotes of excitement

and passion

and exploration

for my boundless

want to know you.

☀️

it surpasses

my intense insecurities,

the anxieties that

plague my mind—

because when i

hold your hands,

your warmth simply

banishes them.

my love is sacred—

it can withstand

panic, and rage,

and melancholy,

and jealousy,

and many a vice

that infects

the human condition.

☀️

and when i die,

i'd like to think

these words i write

will survive somewhere,

proving that

my love can even

live beyond me.

my love is sacred,

because energy is

not created nor destroyed—

it's merely transferred,

and one day,

centuries from now,

my love will still live on

in the life of another.

☀️

perhaps my love

will power

a generator

to keep a family warm.

perhaps my love

will thrive through

a computer's circuits

as a quiet author

types a love story.

perhaps my love

will join burning stars

or be swallowed

into black holes

or even rocket humans

across the galaxy.

the power my love has

is infinite.

☀️

know that

as i place a gentle kiss

upon your neck,

as i slide my fingers

through your hair,

as i whisper the words

"i love you,"

my love is sacred.

dead end, by r.d.s.

written 29 october 2022

crisis — original poem

ode to HRT

original poem

written 26 november 2022

just in case / 20 december 2022

BOY CRAZY BOY: A Queer Poetry Collection (written by me, R.D. Shepard) is now available on Amazon Kindle!