…a poem by Sena Quashie Tonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beautyOn the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracted handIt caresses the outlines of ourselves as we fall asleep. On the satin back of the soft avalanches, Dying, she surrenders to the long swoon, And walks in our eyes, a white …
My skin crawlsmy face fallsmy heart shrinks;You’re at it again. Your voice unheardyour tales unreadthe laughs unshared;You’re at it again. Shame floods my beingdarkness veils my worlddoubts storm my heart;You’re at it again. I beg and hagglecoax and seduce;How could yoube at it again?! The eyes have bled,the heart has cried,the soul has echoed…Enough. I …
The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity.I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it.And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear. The Fountain is dancing to the beat …
unreal boys love like men
I’m not a real boy;
I am flighty, honest,
lacking in manly wiles.
But
I love like a man.
Fiercely, sacrificially,
open, fragile.
jealously,
possessively.
Make me your all and only.
Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,
hoping against hope,
a deer caught in headlights.
But
there is only so much
my mortal heart can take.
I love like a man.
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