jakebe | Poem: Surprised By The (Wo)man of My Dreams

First off, goodbye to

senorphrog. I wonder if I should ask for a 'reason for discontinuance of service' when folks leave. <:) Another poem: I've become pretty fascinated with the idea of a gay man falling in love with a woman recently, so I thought I would write a poem about it. I'm considering this one for inclusion in the chapbook, too, but there might be some tweaking done. We'll see. ************** Surprised By The (Wo)man of My Dreams She leaned back on her hands and her hair fell over curves that should not exist but I was grateful to ignore them for her mouth. She had caught me off-balance with something feminine that I could relate to, like sharing a taste for purple flowers and how they smelled. On this day five years ago I was playing the pronoun game with my family and the Christ hoping they wouldn't catch on (even though they eventually did) and today I'm doing the same for a different family and the many flavored fragments of the Most Holy Son that people love to carry with them knowing that eventually they'll catch on and we'll be the black sheep in a tribe of pink panthers. I know those curves far too well now and I can't ignore the fact that they're all completely wrong because the words she speaks from those lips too soft and that throat an octave too high makes the term platonic absolutely impossible.