For one stone thrown at you, queer one,
There is another you throw at yourself
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt the mirror you refuse to look at
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt the lover you refuse
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt the lover who refuses you
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt your parents
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt your friends
lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllAt your country
Keep the stone.
*
The ocean is blue and the waves are much the same
Not much else new can be said about it
You can say it with me:
"I am perfect for you."
"I am more perfect wet against your mouth."
Your body is new
With the force of a word
The pleasurable force of fingers inside you
Taking you to places beyond this
What shudders
Into the blue wet salty sea?
You swallow a strange fullness for the first time
And surface whole.
*
Accept the tender parts.
And how between
Breathing and sinking
You are more alive In "little deaths".
