I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I'm gay
it kind of
spills off my tongue
when I don’t want it to
an
impulse
a
burning choke in my throat
falling out of me when I wish it would stay inside
when strangers are around
when
they really don’t need to know

it’s painted on my face
it’s written on the backs of my hands
my collarbone is burning white hot with a tell
and my eyes watering every secret of it

can they tell?
can everyone see right through me?
I’m
too scared to ask
somehow
also too scared to keep it inside

It wants out more than anything
but
she wants to be safe more than anything

her lips are like honey
but she is sweeter
than nectar and
thicker than molasses

they taste her with
the tips of their tongues
yet they do not swallow
anything

her hair is black
but she is darker than
the night when the sky
is still and the stars have
gone to sleep

they search for
something they cannot find
lost in the fragile
strands of her tresses

her eyes are like bronze
medallions glimmering
in the sunlight shown
to many to say: 'i did it.
please remember me.'

when she smiles they
curve like the crescent
moon when it is eight
in the evening and the
sun bids goodbye

she is the mystery and
she is the detective
hired to solve all the problems
everyone else encounters
around her

she is the question and
she is the answer

she is

come with me to the outreaches of drizzle
the upper branches of the tallest oak tree
look down wondering
is this, this
all there is
might there be a sizzle more somewhere
holier
one branch or twig that can make me whole
make me freer
thunder that clasps
louder the trunks the ground the breeze
enlivened , one thing to make me see
heaven perchance here,
on earth?
Shall I climb the volcano
swim the widest breach
jump broomsticks
searching
or
just touch another?

Contemplate a teardrop,
and this is what I see.
A drop of moisture
from an irritation?
Some agree.

What is a teardrop made of,
just some water from a gland?
But brush it off and contemplate
the moisture on your hand.

It's also made of sorrow
or from pain that you may feel
A treasure of emotion
on your cheek
that might congeal

"Tears of happiness" are made
of joy or great suprise
That fall like rain in summer
from a pair of smiling eyes.

They course down cheeks in rivers
or collect on lashes there.
They form in silent puddles
when emotions are laid bare.

Tears are gems as precious
as a diamond that is mined
So do not take them lightly
if their origins you can't find.

They're made of things like music
that can make the heart take wing
Or how the soul can elevate
to hear an angel sing.

touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything

almost there
almost where
moonbeams meet majesty
and artisans seek pageantry

that aisle
number 13 while
away I did
stood

trying to blend into
some splashed canvas work
feeling out of place
time turning blank space

next to what has been said
is a great statue monument
looks like a homeless man
in a shopping cart

to the avant garde
the well heeled glassed
champagne nosed up retinue
surveyors all *** reamers knew

the painting all held in esteem
oooohed and ahhhed  made fainting
sighs said oh my a lot
were my patrons my matron's lot

since I ran out
and ran into
and ran away and ran aground
ran off aways and stood

all out of breath and
new  pain in my side
pain in my *** subsided
pain in my head transcribed

I  knew I wasn't poetic
nor the next new (sic)
toy, or a bright flame
on any rich dame's horizon

I sat on the curb disturbed
worried for my next Hors d'oeuvre.
about to smoke
my last bit of dope