Today, I won't write
anything sad.
Perhaps, I should close my
eyes and write an ode about
Thou.

Thou as a flame
burning inside my brain.

Thou as clear water
falling free in the rain.

Thou and I as
parallel tracks, never converging.

Thou as hope.
You as hope.
Thou as food.
You as food.
Thou as a secret rite,
as a mystic passion,
as an occult sect,
Thou as a Queer god.

And then I will open my eyes,
and I will lick your sweat and
smell your arm pits, keeping
your aroma in my mind.

I will see your body
as a sacred object
ready to be profaned.

I will squeeze you
and drain your juices off
and I will drink them every
time that I get thirsty.

and I will squeeze my nectar
and I'll give it to you
when you get thirsty.
BECAUSE:
I want to live together
until we both dried up