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My body loved yours.
My emotions collided against yours
and we were as enmeshed as a crash
on the highway of steel,
bent around steel,
bent around bodies.
I loved you.
And I sucked out the nectar
of your sex
with worshipful awe.
In my memory you are neither
male nor female.
Your skin isnt black or red,
brown or yellow,
white or so light it looks
almost blue for the vanes
that run beneath it.
I couldnt have treasured
your laughter more
or your fingertips against my skin
greater if youd been
the society norm
or wildly outside of it.
I loved the soul inside of you
that is neither male nor female,
knows no race, and sometimes
forgets it is even confined
to being human,
transcending into something cosmic.
When your body screamed
against mine in orgasm,
and your waves of energy burst
across me so strongly I felt your ecstasy
as though it were my own,
I knew only for that time
and in that moment
you were my lover.
Lover: a word entirely void
of gender, race, or age.
Because right then
you could have been as crisp
as the youth of 18 or as sage
as the sunset of your time here on earth.
You were my teacher
and my student.
Your striving for equality between us,
Let me please you have me.
Let me worship at all that is of you.
And so I wondered,
now as I did then,
what politicians or lawmakers
had to do with the hours
(probably far too many)
we spent locked up
alone inside our loft.
What they would say if forced
to watch our naked bodies dance
around each other in the
small spaces and witnessed
what could be called nothing but love.
As we washed each others hair in,
Yes, yes! Herbal Essence Shampoo,
Would they see our souls
and our love, or would they see
our gender, age, and race.
Would they close their mouths in awe
at the treasure we possessed
or stick firm to rigid
illogical determination?
And when the sun set
on what was to be our relationship,
the only thing that matters
is that what we had once possessed.
What mattered was that you
had held me for centuries,
it seemed, when I couldnt sleep,
and that I had been near you,
nurturing when you were sick.
What mattered,
and will always matter
is that we were lovers.
It matters not what our names were,
the color of our skin,
the gender assigned to us,
or the number of years we had lived.
The experience,
seared into my soul,
set as a labyrinth inside my heart,
is all that ever did
or ever will matter.
I loved you,
and forever so will.
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