Lavender legends of history’s hiding rite, we seek your stories still; rise busted
beauty queens, secrets of desire archives- unlatch sacred
soul corridors!
Come, “close friends,”
to call in code of unblood family, ones starved for buried hearts, spurning
scholars blind
to this love that bears its name celestial, its confessing breath
unspooling stars and moons —
(Achilles absent Patroclus’ ashes is not
Achilles;
Sappho’s glance encircled girls’ softness).
Palms alight with your preserved eternities, spun-myth and scorn, battle and
dance, we praise:
May our spirits never meet as strangers
in the necessary night.