(This poem is a dedication to the LGBTQ and rising group. Within the 1980’s, many queer people misplaced their lives and family members because of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. I wrote this poem to have fun these folks and to revisit the trigger.)
I ponder if it spreads. Your contact is a soliloquy that enhances each pardon. Your smile is sustainable liquid braveness and also you’re hearth. When it spreads, I carry my palms in instructions that transition into every little thing you possibly can’ve been. I noticed I’m reaching for skinny air however I nonetheless see your identify hanging onto nitrogen. I used to see you singing down blocks that result in your disasters, and also you danced round in commotion prefer it wasn’t going to outline you sometime. Your identify is now written in three to 4 acronyms, and that’s the one time I knew I couldn’t spell.
Your respiration would huff to a chord and conciliate even minor accidents. I can’t hear you thru machines and beeps that don’t pause—traces that draw zero conclusions, however the straight line is if you lose, proper? You used to shiver on the sight of constructed pecs and chiseled jaw traces. Glances that would lead you anyplace, and also you usually discovered your self foxtrotting on the moon. I used to know your shivers higher than you do; now your crinkled lace shivers with out ignition. You shudder inward and your coronary heart appears to be essentially the most secure factor about you.
I might look in and see panoramic sceneries of every little thing you possibly can’ve been. The hourglass would clench on to the final drop of sand earlier than time was via with you. Rain would gladly stand in on your tears, and I’m assured that the sol was your finest buddy. You simply didn’t understand it. I watched it unfold out into the galavanting thieves that stole your rights away from every little thing you was once. These closed eyes used to speak—they used to shout, really. You rambled with the top of your days and kissed the plague away.
You kissed all of it away.
We used to kiss.
Why didn’t you let me kiss you again?