In silence we sit,
feeding off the energy of each other,
no words spoken,
no words needed,
words complicate things,
so many words to our relationship,
many descriptors,
“I don’t like labels,”
but other people do,
and same-sex love is labeled,
regulated as:

lesbian,
gay,
bisexual,
disgusting,
abomination,
deserving of death,
people say,
kill the fags,
rape the dykes,

and here we sit,
“I forget where we were” because of all the talking,

I yearn to hold your hand,
I’d risk it all to remember “where we were,”
I use one finger to trace yours,
your finger locks with mine,
a second finger,
all five lock,
a smile crosses your face,

I remember.