Our Love
We high-five the sunshine and bump knuckles with the moonlight
savouring every second we can fly our kites
in this waking life.
We blow kisses to anyone who can give us some change we can believe in.
When we hit that unified note like a sniper guitarist,
it all clicks into place with the grace of a cathedral song.
Our voices are so strong we can build choirs with just a careless melody.
Take my hand and feel the heat of my passion for you, us,
and let us open our ventricles to everyday carnivals,
to be more than aging flesh and sore bones,
to be more than men and women waiting to be tombstones.
We wear our skin with pride because it's the first thing people see.
We are not alone on this wild ride.
Instead, we're two peas in an iPod
who found each other back to back in the ho-hum shuffle.
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Picture of the Our Love poem taken on the Toronto subway in March, 2026.
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