A queer little canticle

Your eyes beheld

Too impossible to fathom, I a transgender man, in my hand, the key within

In your lesbian eyes beholding God become a goddess, seemed more than a dream

I found god as an outlaw, truth as a transgender man

In life roving around town,

When out your blue eyes out your command, me to get an ultrasound

From your sweet lips, opened the flower of roving fields, your palm clutched the lily at your command

Next night sped I to my messenger

I need an ultrasound or I’ll go mad

From form to form, mountain to mountain

Shapeshifted I to your woman,

You to pick, to pluck with your honey lips, as a goddess might one day desire her cherry sweet

And here I wait, no longer outlaw, a lesbian again, trembling at the thought of your command,

O goddess, come! Reveal to me, your being, in which I, now feel in my breast, in my Love, longing for your truth, breast to breast!