mix

this is a trust exercise.
you can say no,
you can ask what sex i am
or if & i won’t mind, no,
will thank you
open-hearted & you
will see that this is a way
i love like you do with only our
kissing eyes & rapture—
us, playful torture. are we
friends? yes & anything

possible in touch's face,
sprawl of bodies,
ambiance with care first
for absolute acceptance,
an extreme rarely afforded
in a queer life.

maybe it feels wrong
from the outside
but you can say no
like me, permissively,
insistently & we’ll still
want you with denial eyes,
within our expression,
to find, welcome you.