this defiant romance

we could burn all the books that suggest our love is anything but perfect

but our enemies would call us fascists

we could paint slogans on underpasses declaring our soft, nefarious intentions

but our enemies would call us socialists

we could drink wine with the crazed and the penniless, kissing under streetlights and dancing in the acidic rain

but our enemies would call us anarchists

we could spend sleepless nights rejoicing in the drunken luminescence of the city’s sleeping avenues

but our enemies would call us vagabonds

and so

we do nothing for fear of our adversaries sword-tongues

and in doing so

the battle is lost before it’s begun
without a shot fired or feeling hurt

let’s tear down these barricades of safety
and tear forth into the inky night

oh comrade

this love will keep us warm
and draw allies to our cause

let’s set ablaze these prisons of stability
and scream our defiant romance into the night…

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