A beautiful boy appeared

From deep into memories of a time when

Beautiful boys couldn’t be friends,

Pulled apart by words insinuating

Who they were should be hidden

Deep into their young minds.

The beautiful memory sank in a sea of denial

Called the ordinary life, a mask

To hide behind, until

It became safe to retrieve

And cherish.

Remodeling the mind,

Now free of insinuations,

Beautiful thoughts rest

Like dreams on soft pillows

Keeping them unbroken and

Protected from invaders.