Something in the way he moves, his grace, the
way he struts his stuff.
This I know, I want him, I want him in the worst
way; but my love for the Woman keeps me from
taking my man.
The Woman is here for me, as Mary was here for
I shall descend upon her tonight in a glittering
display of astral affection and leave her with
an ancient mystery;
I am the holy trinity in search of a womb.
Image and Poem Rob Goldstein 1984-2018