Clickthe Pulse Holes in the walls Gun pointing down the stalls Holes in the walls Gun pointing down the stalls — “I was prepared,” says Angel Colón — (up above) about his friend in red floating toward the roof 2 in the morning 2:15 in the morning LGBTQ LGBTQ & ULGBTQ & U the names the names & the sirensMy son is lost,” after he count — says his mother from above to CNN (i thought we had taken care of the issues - U & me -straight - gay - LGBTQfreedom - equality - w/o violenceStonewall Gay Pride Parade of courseit was not enough what is enuf what is missingis it freedom what kind of freedom) Just U& the shredded wind that crashes in from the ocean & scarring tender heat from nowherethe sleeveless that belonged to her … no longer therejust this ache in everything (even though i am writing you are readingit is impossible to read now or to lissen)just this ache everywhere & this hate at each close of the shoresthis body wrapped in white tied at the feet knotted at the breast then a knife-blackblanketthen an ambulance any color then gone just this absencein search of an impossible touch how can it be so in this big sexy life the one that covers us all no matter our lettersLGBTQLGBTQQQLLBBGGBBTTQQ U UU danced for a moment the pulse danced with U — yeswith the universe this celestial dancer that cannotbe described only danced danced merengue mambo guaracha de Puerto Rico & El Caribe y una canción de amor something free free like thatLove appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate dance
appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate appreciate Kiss his lips that are gone Kiss her lips that are gone Kiss his thighs that are gone Kiss her thighs that are gone Kiss the small of his back that still dervishes somewhere over there — Kiss the small of her back that still magnetizes somewhere over here Lesbian Gay Bisexual Trans Queer in whatever order you want Gay Lesbian Bisexual Trans Queer Waitwe have not (i have not)mentioned the guns the tiny-jacket—man-guns the guns that do notwant to be guns the guns forced into the hands the ones jammed through the doorinto our identity into our kindness. Let us depart let us depart it is time nowfrom here to there & become allfrom polished hate to raw appreciate & appreciate allfrom lips to lips from appreciate to appreciate — in full freedom libertad tuyamía yoursmine in bongó & boleroOrlando present presente para siempre 4Ever Orlando in conga & timbales lift her body in all color in red in yellow in white in black in brown in redcuerpo de ella en color total en rojo en amarillo en blanco en negro en café en rojo how i appreciate Ulift his body holy in brown in red in white in yellow in blacklevanta su cuerpo bendito en café en rojo en blanco en amarillo en negro como te quiero quiero con maraca y chékere in blur in blur to blurentre uno en medio entre otra nace uno sale otracomo te quiero quiero in rhythm eternal ritmo No hate no shoot no flames no screams on screams No shoot no night inferno night of crimson-blue & apart 4EverNight It could have lasted a whole songIt could have lasted w/ U & me going round & round — Who is going to brush my arms up against the sky hermanitowho is going to shake my hips against the wavy light hermanitawho is going to leap rounder than these tumbler bullets striking tu y yowho is going with the woman flying out the narrow crystals you & me toward the flooded yellow-green exitwho is going to kiss kiss her shrapnel wounds sharpening& catch her body twist & face downat the Pulse — lov fond life is that a crime (i inquire you from here)fond live is that a crime this time next time we shall not forget U Orlando (we shall march for U — Orlando) i will lovU 4Ever
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