a sun did not rise

Michael Karam

I swear to god, a sun did not rise or set 
        unless your love was woven into my breath 
and I could not be myself fully 
        unless I brought you up between each sentence 
and I did not mention you, gladly or sadly 
        unless you were in my heart among my demons 
and I did not care to quench my thirst 
        unless I saw your reflection in the glass 
and if I could come to you I would 
        seeking you headfirst or walking upside down 
and oh! Boy in the street, if you sing a ballad for me 
        sing it softly and sorrily from your stone heart 
People call me an abomination — what do I care? 
        My beliefs are my beliefs and theirs are theirs.