Monday, January 21, 2013


At first they were diamonds.
But when they trembled, for a moment
and flowed down
his chest, they were
shards of sweat
on a brown man’s skin.

The tears
at the end of an affair.
And the black satin gowns
of shimmering drag queens,
soaked to the seams
with rhinestones.

Oceans and oceans of rhinestones.
Lovers swim vast oceans
and reach
the bodies of dead pirates
hugging their loot
of fake diamonds.

Fake diamonds, like fake names,
worn to deceive
the nakedness,
waiting in the dark
to receive

Shivering drops of
diamonds spilling
through the spaces
between the night.
And the way his naked body moves
against the light.

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