Some seemed to think what we had was a scheme, or some silly attention seeking ploy. No, with our hearts we did not toy. We were opposites only in skin, but the world observed us as sin. I refuse to ignore what excites me, what delights me, what ignites me, these folks are just uptight. See? They all hated us, but we refused to be tamed so we enjoyed our mock fame. I kept drinking our love. This yearning couldn’t be quenched. I stood out in the rain of our love; I was drenched. Well aware of the consequences, we could be lynched. To defy the norm is what we vowed, and we did it proudly. Flaunting the beauty of love for whomever would look. We were viewed as radicals, revolutionaries, or, my favorite, fools. However, we chose not run when love pulled. How can society dictate my mate? I can’t ignore the ecstasy I feel when she’s next to me. All we wanted was to love in peace, but they wanted it to cease. So, it did. Her lips touched mine, and I’ll remember that for all time. In actual life that was our final kiss. Ah, it was utter bliss, of course....and then they took us by force. Storming in they ripped her from me; I rushed to her rescue, but several of them stopped my pursuit. Tears fell from my eyes; I can do nothing to ease her cries and screams. These men were organized moving in teams. Their devilish delights could not be masked by their masks.  As we are forced out of our home I saw a crowd of men, women, and even awestruck children. I could hear whispers, “yes, kill them.” They beat her brutally, ruthlessly. They held nothing back. How can they not see, in her, what I see? “Someone help!" I shouted to the crowd. "You’re killing her. Please, do this to me instead." A masked man chuckled, “we don’t kill our own, but you are going home alone. You’re just confused, son, and you’ll see we’re right in the long run.” I watched horrified as they married her neck with a noose. I saw her battered body swing to and fro from the oak tree we loved. Asleep she was sent because, by us, the rules were bent. The crowd slowly dispersed filled with giggles and smiles. I hated myself because I couldn’t save her. These thoughts filled my head for weeks, and the drinking wouldn’t stop the thinking. I was so lonely after she left that I drank myself to death. Finally my thoughts  stilled, and I saw her again.
We were finally together. I was with her lost in utopian lucidity. We would never awake from our dream, and that’s okay because there will come a time when the world will change, and what her and I held won’t be so strange.