Form

Surrendering to gender and its form
Constricting corset stifling the breath
So queer the pitch dissemble every norm
Intent on liberation until death
I don’t live in the shallows being me
Out of my depth but knowing I won’t drown
The joy of self expression is to be
Repression’s not enough to drag me down
I find myself and lose myself again
The edge’s where the real has come undone
Fluidity is meeting of the twain
The threads of gold are waiting to be spun
The warp is woven beautifully defined
Transcendent beauty gender undesigned

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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