The intersection has been experienced as all encompassing
and before I knew where to turn
on first glance – so much of it laid itself ahead
all around scatter – a spiral formation in a million shooting stars
starts and spit colour light
threads, to be woven into patterns by us.
A dance, the dance, THAT dance
to come of age, to come, to see you in her
sparkling eyes, to hear your voice all simple
to talk me through each
inflection, “hey, hey, a sip of water, a
leap over the
precipice, hey, hey… NOW….” To open wide mind
like bish bosh you young gay boy,
you paragon of womanhood !
You, lover, you
As a kid I never wanted to be queer
I feared my strange sex, I
found it shameful in myself
where I NEVER did in others. I watched
Frank-N-Furter and did not even.
All love and
empty of blame, I YEARNED
And yet I told myself again and again:
no, no someone to keep me sane
a sensible and
well no, I mean, a boy but ANY boy. I mean a boy
but only the BEST boy. I mean only one who
would never love me. I mean LOVE
and I mean only YOU (I mean you…)
and TITS and I mean to be a boy.
It was a confusing time, looking back.
But never known was
Always known was
I mean music, and a lost self in
Ecstasy. I mean that that was
always the thing. And that
you were, are, always. I mean that in a
golden freedom, in a light
touch, in a madness, in a screaming down the street
there are truths on
in those mountains. There is peace.
There are eternal moments