Sitting here in my chair,
Dancing to Janet's Escapade
Feeling as queer as I can be
And not a care in the world.
I feel his kiss lingering
on my lips like some kind of
funky apparation (or was that
evaporation?) around me.
Passion emanates from his lips
like the smell from a sweet Georgia peach
tempts you to just take another bite.
Give me one more, baby.
"Are you a cannibal?"
he asks when I say
"You are so sweet."
He is truly a man after my heart.
But what will we have to do
what leaps and bounds will we
be forced to leap and bound
before we can finally just be?
"Mom, I'm going to a place
where he and I can get married
without the Bible belt wanting
to lop off our heads. Don't wait up."
Do you know what it's like
to walk into a grocery store
for milk and wonder just how many people
would slice you up if they knew?
His kiss lingers still, but the thoughts
return, trying to push him out.
I beg, I plead, "Kiss, stay!"
Just one more bite.
Jennifer's Crush picks up
as the Escapade moves on
How queer is this song?
Or how queer can I make it?
"Why don't you talk to me about this?"
she asks, starting to realize,
coming to terms. "How exactly
do you want me to say 'I want cock'?"
Even the gayest man can't be
gay and happy all the time,
even with the kiss of an angel
hovering over his shoulder.