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I'm Not Afraid of The Dark

New York City Pansexual Stories

For Debbi Kempton-Smith, Barbara Brady and Mistral Hjort

She said
“Cocteau Twins. Candles. Darkness.”

He said
“Don’t give me any Nasty Ideas.”

They sat
at Dinner at half-past Nine
God-like, Gorgeous, Drunk on Wine

She said
“Crystals. Nature. K.D. Lang.”

She said
“Unfit/Lipstick/Loveprints/Satirical/
Feminist-Separatist/means this/Political/
and that
means this…..
Doubleplusvenus!!”

She’d not
ask HER
out again …….

He said
something
muted, tortured ……..

He did not
say What
He meant

They were Blessed
Dressed in
Clean Garments.
Wildly Splashed
in Shrieking Hues

They all
Lived in
New York City

Moved through

this Summer’s

Shocking Blue

*

“And I Love You
Now,”
He said

“And I Shall Kiss You
Now”
She thought

“Burn
This Poetry
We’ve taught!”

Kisses/Angels/Heartbeats/
Swooning/Giddy /Ecstasy
Erotic/

Sweat-sheened skin/
Embarrassed Grins/and
Clashing
Tones of
Flesh/
Exotic

And is this not Love Poetry?
And this is not Love Poetry!
And is this not Love Poetry?
And This is Not Love Poetry!

And why were you Not True to Me?
And Why did You do This to Me?
And why were you Not True to Me?
And Why did You do This to Me?

*

“Inelegant!
Such Grim Lamenting!’

Sassy Sister
thought
Relentless

“Tis of thee Such
profoundly Held
of Where We Keep Love
Very Well,
a sick Adornment
Clutched to Breast

a Love
Too Twisted,
Deep
in Madness

Such
does NOT
appeal to Me
and
Will NOT attract my Taste!’

She said
a Slut
at Heart
in Secret. Who
played well Her
Games of Chaste

(“NO!,” He Said
“You DON”T want This …….”
“YES!” He said
I WON’T want That………”)

Brothers.
Lovers.
Evil Things,

Darkness.
Candles.
Cocteau Twins.

And They
All Live in
New York City

Moved through
This
and
Those
Cold Winters

They were Not
All Fairy-Dusted
They wire Not
All Gory Stories

And
Is this Not Love Poetry?
And
Why were You not True to Me?
And
This is NOT L ove Poetry!
And
Why did You do This to Me?
And
Is This not Love Poetry?
And
Why were You not True to Me?
And
This is NOT Love Poetry!
And
Why did You do This to Me?
And
Why did You do This to Me?
And
Why did You do This to Me?

27 April 1996
I’m Not Afraid of the Dark #27
Finnegan

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