After
Her Kind by Anne Sexton
head
first into the chaos with a grin,
no
knocking on the doors to let me in,
just
breezing through existence like a clown.
Each
person has the power to astound,
a
glorious mélange of heart and
skin,
so
very different, yet so much a twin ‒
I
love you, like you, still want you around.
For
I have drunk the dark wine and the light,
swum
naked before dawn in crystal pools,
crept
quietly down corridors of night,
then
foraged through the trash for shining jewels.
Hence
I will laugh and sing and hold you tight,
and
never, ever, submit to their rules.
RJT
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