There once was a man I admird on sight,
which startled me, being sapphic by right.
His jaw cut the air,
his suit sat with care,
I blamed bad lighting, the bar, and the night.
I learned, mid-applause, mid- spark, mid-mistake,
the man was a mask she had choose to make.
A king for the stage,
tailored, borrowed age,
a woman, at last, for my heart to awake.
Relief came and went with the burn of a drink,
she smiled and said kindly we were not in sync.
Not women, not me,
just art’s irony,
no flaw there, just timing gone sick.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 2:00 PM UTC
There once was a man I admird on sight,
which startled me, being sapphic by right.
His jaw cut the air,
his suit sat with care,
I blamed bad lighting, the bar, and the night.
I learned, mid-applause, mid- spark, mid-mistake,
the man was a mask she had choose to make.
A king for the stage,
tailored, borrowed age,
a woman, at last, for my heart to awake.
Relief came and went with the burn of a drink,
she smiled and said kindly we were not in sync.
Not women, not me,
just art’s irony,
no flaw there, just timing gone sick.
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