A Day in the Life

It began with rising from my celibate bed
Added a cuppa and a logon to the wild
And wonderful world of the internet
Where my handle is Sappho Me
So lots of Queers do.

A hot sandalwood bath
With dreams of my lover
Sliding between my legs
Of her soapy hands stoking me to solace.

Bike wings flying me
to campus were all our iridescent chalking
of sidewalks has been washed away
the word Dyke being found too offensive
by the University President

personally, I think it was
the message, “there are over 1,750 queer students
on this campus!” in front of his office
that freaked him out.

We’ve been informed that we will pay
For the labor involved
In scrubbing the sidewalks pristine
White and crystal clear.

The fledging avengers
Climbed the mountain and gleefully
Laid a pink triangle the size
Of a Boeing jet upon the side
Facing the campus.

It was up for 90 minutes
Oh, and we’re paying to get that hidden too.
But it was worth it!
Laughter ran across the valley
As intoxicating as the wind.

Standing, crying, goose bumpy
As I listened to the queers
Shout into the microphone
At the quad and green hills
Where 1700 of us
Hid like Waldos between the buildings.

And I spun suddenly as was a breath away
From a stunningly beautiful woman
My breath caught
As I realized I was close enough to kiss her
And I wanted to, desperately.

She laughed deep and easy
At my wonder and turned away.
I smiled, fervently murmuring, “wow!”
As her sweet ass swayed sough
For the summer

4/27/95