Napping in Queer Spaces at 7pm

Thu, 07/23/2015 - 12:38 -- Dean_P

Define 'happy'....

feel smiling so quickly your brightness radiates out, and blinds you.

But even blind you see 'happy' because the sound of your laughter,

in blacked-out eyes, paints the northern lights on your mind.

 

Define 'joy'...

is a pot bubbling over, splattering and biting your skin.

And you too sizzle and melt into a puddle of glitter.

 

Define peace.

Peace is speaking to a human with no walls around the heart

beating and bleeding unguarded and unashamed. Is sleeping on a couch

in the late afternoon, running your hands over her head on your lap and knowing

that in the care of such company you are invincible.

 

That community is the definition of Home.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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