after Essex Hemphill

They don’t know we are becoming powerful. Every
ring we place on a cock belongs, each time
we milk our seed we heal our sickness, we
whisper new promises, we vow to kiss
horsemen, naked not wearing hoods, we
honour our brothers & sisters who confirm
and not destroy. Our blooming honey is the
rosebud drawing in light. Seen & being in a new
media era, knowing we now belong in the world
free loving queers with a dream & still coming.