Of triads, who cruxes?
My friend Dan has
a boyfriend too lad.
Lagers every night, white
gowns in the morning.
It's trying and they
are dying every night.
Artificially alights this
life, and loves too.
Growing up jubilant branches
a tad too florid, but expressive.
They went to a dance
together, Dan bought him
a boutonniere of red roses.
