When did you first step onto the set? Sauntering up without a care in the world, you chose me of all people?
Me, a lingering shadow. Like icicles under the vengeful sun, glistening for mere moments as I prepare for devastation.
You, the wayward bird. Blown off course by the trade winds, crashing into the very same asphalt as me.
Baking under the Louisiana sun, perhaps I thought myself a pastry, complete with blueberries and a mother’s love. Resting on the window with a smell that could charm even the coldest of hearts.
You reached out for the tray. You were the one who crossed the hedges and dodged the dogs to get here.
Starvation plaguing your tired soul. You traveled far and wide to be outside the kitchen.
Why you chose then and not before is not my story to tell. I’m sure I could tell it and tell it well. But that would only hinder the swell, the tidal wave that is you.
Melted ice to rivers downstream, for who is it that you dream. Pretty words flicker like fireflies every time I look into your eyes.
Brown like the feathers sprouting from your back. Down to your spine, inked jet black. From the words of demons, out for your smile. You chose to know me and stay a while.
Now as I sit in pitch black rooms. Tend to the gardens, creating blooms. Endless waves of various hues give hints to my thoughts, subtle clues.
What the world looks like when you’re here? Stranger, better, a touch more queer. A touch for one, a touch for two, a touch that says “Bienvenu!”
You showed up on set on that summer day. To me I felt you had no sway. From ups, downs, all-arounds, we fell away from the blackened ground.
On sun-shafts taken from the stench of death and onto clouds sadness bereft. The heavens suit your light and mine, I never wish to be unkind. To the little birds who visit my home. So light and free, to me they’ve shown.
The month of June is a time for bliss. Fireworks and pride I’ve always missed. You came to me on summer days, across the pale and through the gray. Cosmic could start to describe my heart, but I fear from this poem I’ll depart.
With a closing line about the time you told me “hi.”
Boy did you make my eyes shine.