Prince, my first lover.

He didn’t mind being she, so there was we.

And we were magical.

We caught hate between our teeth and sang it into love.

When we laughed, we, he,me,

were toe to toe, clit,head, shaft, lips.

Her was strong and he was soft, perhaps both they.

They were in love, were in awe of each other’s

more, less, yes, no, magic, science,bio, metro, ooh’s and ahh’s.

Sitting pretty in the middle of the kinsey scale,

so let’s call it a pass or fail and commit to not knowing.

Never knowing.

My he, his she, us, we.

This  energy.

Rest in Peace.

 

…for the art of it.

 

-Namii

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