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youth of a thousand summers

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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

and

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

ALL LOVED

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

that dancefloor,

in those mountains. There is peace.

There are eternal moments

Outside.

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One thought on “youth of a thousand summers

  1. Lovely

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