You were once
a desired friend,
“My dream girl,
the Ideal Name
of my future wife.”
with a horrid stretch of creamy canvas
tucked and wrapped
around your head
a taunt orb of colorless flesh,
deflecting any thoughts of my Horrific Affliction
the Mark of the Limp-Wristed Cain
from a conditional figment of my uninspired imagination
but like a pasted beard
slithering down my whiskered, rubbery chin,
you slipped from my frenzied clasp
and I watched you dissolve before me,
crystallized dewdrops hovering in the blood-orange sunrise
and you were merging, trickling
into an endless river
comprised of tears, saliva, and crumpled drafts of tepid poetry,
whipped by the humid summer breeze
in your transparency,
your bequeathed pearls,
dazzling in rich royal purple robes
and a crown of robin-egg blue,
You bid me farewell.
Welcome, dearest stranger!
To this fabulous, queer territory!
It is yours to explore and sustain!