Act One

Table-edge straight, I'm one who never found
girls pretty save for when envy
hits and always made them fast boys wait.
But now I want a lover and I want him gay,
and if you happen to be in a mid-life-identity
crisis, I want him you, specifically.
You could talk all day about Shakespeare
and dead white plays in our classroom
that is your stage, and I would only
quietly sit.
We could flit around cafes. I would try
and drink up all the art, which
solely wakes up all your hearts
and not feel sleepy.
We could lie around in bed
and trace the line uttered by
some god between where your body
ends and mine starts.
We willl forever be apart.
We could lie and laugh
about the men of our lives.

(for Tuxqs)