Translucence

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Part of a new channel I'm starting: http://www.youtube.com/thelitcorner All photos are royalty free from istockphoto.com The piece of poetry isn't meant as an argument or a debate starter. Take it for what it is. And if you want to comment, please go to the new channel to do that. It's there
as well with comments and ratings enabled. I tried to capture, with the limited pictures I had, the beauty of diversity in age, gender, and race... to be so captured by it we don't even see it... On this new channel I ask for submissions from anyone who wants to be a part of it and in posting thei
r poetry there, promote their own channel. The channel page has the how to's... See you over there! ******* My body loved yours. My emotions collided against yours and we were as enmeshed as a crash on the highway of steel, bent around steel, bent around bodies. I loved you. And I suc
ked out the nectar of your sex with worshipful awe. In my memory you are neither male nor female. Your skin isnt black or red, brown or yellow, white or so light it looks almost blue for the vanes that run beneath it. I couldnt have treasured your laughter more or your fingertips agains
t my skin greater if youd been the society norm or wildly outside of it. I loved the soul inside of you that is neither male nor female, knows no race, and sometimes forgets it is even confined to being human, transcending into something cosmic. When your body screamed against mine in org
asm, and your waves of energy burst across me so strongly I felt your ecstasy as though it were my own, I knew only for that time and in that moment you were my lover. Lover: a word entirely void of gender, race, or age. Because right then you could have been as crisp as the youth of 1
8 or as sage as the sunset of your time here on earth. You were my teacher and my student. Your striving for equality between us, Let me please you have me. Let me worship at all that is of you. And so I wondered, now as I did then, what politicians or lawmakers had to do with the hours
(probably far too many) we spent locked up alone inside our loft. What they would say if forced to watch our naked bodies dance around each other in the small spaces and witnessed what could be called nothing but love. As we washed each others hair in, Yes, yes! Herbal Essence Shampoo,
Would they see our souls and our love, or would they see our gender, age, and race. Would they close their mouths in awe at the treasure we possessed or stick firm to rigid illogical determination? And when the sun set on what was to be our relationship, the only thing that matters is that
what we had once possessed. What mattered was that you had held me for centuries, it seemed, when I couldnt sleep, and that I had been near you, nurturing when you were sick. What mattered, and will always matter is that we were lovers. It matters not what our names were, the color of o
ur skin, the gender assigned to us, or the number of years we had lived. The experience, seared into my soul, set as a labyrinth inside my heart, is all that ever did or ever will matter. I loved you, and forever so will.