Here we go.2017, and everything starts tomorrow, somehow.
(pause)
A list of what I have been thinking and talking about a lot lately is: White supremacy, love, activism, being smitten, being driven, being connected, mass incarceration, and really, really good drag.
(pause)
I will admit that I am savoring the feeling of these moments of "smitten".
It's the way my body feels when you get a hold of me even if I don't have time right in that moment to respond to you. It's the way my heart leaps when I hear you intermix intelligence with humor. Politics and pop culture. Research and good recipes for juice.
I've been wondering what's been taking you so long, but, I have to admit that I enjoy being the person you chat with just before you go to bed at night on nights like this. Even when there is an event that surrounds you. Even when everyone is there to celebrate you. It's like being inside of Madonna's dressing room during the filming of the Truth or Dare documentary. Sure, the fans adore you, but it's me that gets to see you with your silk robe falling open and the cosmetic tape on your face.
Both beauties of you are, indeed, beautiful, but I will always covet that you come to me after your spine unwinds. When your wrists and your lips are a bit looser. Bolder. Careful, but with a crass that slowly eclipses your sensibilities: The slow, secret spiral as you come undone.
I could listen to you for hours, and love the self consciousness that creeps into your voice when you realize the ease in which you spill the stories that you share.
Before you go you say to me,
"I'll talk to you soon, I hope.
Thank you."
Unsure but certain at the same time.
It's been over a decade now, after all.
be well; be loved,
k.
(image: Francis Lane shot by Matthew Pandolfe via Endarkenment Tumblr)
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