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.