Pride and Prejudice
Lying in the afternoon sunbeam hues,
Ambers and violets warm our flowerbed.
Beside rivers of pastel pinks and blues,
Floating, milky clouds stitches up our threads.
And as I lie within our lovely field,
Gaze lost in your pearls, squeezing your soft hand,
I exhale. My hard prejudicial shield
Migrates for summer, while birds and bees land.
Sure, in the city, beneath a new moon
Night, dark enough stars serve as lonely lights,
Someone in the ice glazed dirt curses you—
Wave at them, my opal gem, stand upright,
The city’s chaos does not touch us here,
Our love belongs—To be qu eer is not qu eer.
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