I don’t have personal history so
I can’t truly speak of inner and
threat to safety,
misery of concealment.
What I have is familiarity,
memories of mirror balls and strobe lights,
techno decibels and Gloria Gaynor,
beautiful sweaty bodies,
glistening with rendezvous and desire,
walking home in a tropical dawn,
laughing with my gay boys, arm and arm,
one last cigarette and
maybe a splash in the pool in the dark.
Gathered in clubs with smiles large and
modified salsa way past midnight.
Never a thought of danger,
nor an allusion of dread,
no panic, no fright.
Shaking the images in my imagination
is not a simple process.
I can no way comprehend
I cannot accept the anguish.
These feelings of loss and sorrow
are not mine personally but
they could have been
We could have been
My mourning is not extinguished.
My grief is still twirling on the dance floor.
Orlando June 12 2016
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