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today was national
coming out day
according to the
white laminates lining
the walkway, i
glanced a beat
too long - the sound
of it stretching my
fingers -and then i
looked down at my hands,
hands that had touched
the sun as it lay in my
bed, casting streaks of
blinding white across my
face, my mouth, my half-mast
eyes, the sun
had sex-flushed cheeks that
nearly kept me in every morning,
shutting the languid drapes.

ra was the sun of old but
he was cast away into the sky,
never to touch that of
woman.

she bent me back as i were
a heroine in a long-forgotten film
with the sun outlining our
feverish forms, the lead soared
as our mouths touched and
came together, she like quicksilver
in my open palms.
except we weren't in black & white,
her hands were not the color
of folded newspaper on the floor,

our feet mingled and i could
not distinguish one color from another.