i am here with you: truly here.
the room is suddenly small enough to just house us,
and I am watching you slowly warm up
as if kindling is in my eye.
i sigh, as I try to remind myself that this
is truly unfolding before me, as you start to
make shapes out of a pamphlet a stranger
passed to us: (you make a bow tie- and try it on)
all of this is circling, and churning
and energizing my senses to the point
i can hardly breathe, as you take my hand
into yours on the street.
eyes are on US. two people, walking
in a newfound way, proud of liking
the way we are made: two people celebrating
the spirit of BOLDNESS, courage and LIGHT.
before this moment, I cried at night:
hopelessly wishing to share my truth,
lost in a mountain of dust and mistrust.
NOW, I am laughing in a store, trying on new scents,
finding a sense
of authentic joy alongside of this blue haired,
bright eyed, fire SIGN,
a woman who is not afraid to SPEAK-
Or meet me halfway.
The day will fuel me for awhile,
for i am what I dreamt to be:
FLYING in and out and BREATHING
like a dragon on a quest for the prize.