By Do you fear the queer inside?
Can you swallow truth not lies?
Lest the future die from pride
Will you meet the queer inside?
Oh brazen bawdy goddess sitting in my eyes
I’m high on estrogen
and giving up
no longer need I carry cups
of water for some cracking code
called male
For a score and a half
I trembled at the mystery’s mouth
who shamed my fearful runs away
from inner, tranny, hopeless gay
My lover, now I wait to be beneath you
beads bequeathed from lips to breast
of sweat and salivary lust
I crave
come rape my young Persephone’s beliefs
Plutonic rage displayed in loving ways
I am a haze for one odd day
so astral gasps the gods will say
from mouths of jealous craven want
made maestro from a dilettante
caress my curves oh inward sinner sister mine
let’s hold our hands, and cross the line
