And a poem prompted by knowing I was going to see REBEL DYKES OF THE 1980s a few hours later

BELLTIME

Belltime black spark.Joints passed on iron stair
Red smear kiss quick in mirror broken glass
Love sudden random hand deep on your arse
Splashed stale smoke lager sweat in short blonde hair

Mandala painted leather. Broken zips
Open to breast dark armpit sudden heft
Hand clutches. Know who made love when they left
Who sweated lonely, memory on lips

Which did not follow through. Until next week.
Two years we cycled through and lust around
Went love hate glory pain. The things we found
And then the music. Memory’s a tweak

Pinches old scars. We danced there for a while
Now gone to weep the tears that make us smile

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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