don’t disrupt the flow, the beat, little man
that speaks of his love between the bars,
peering in when the tempo does what it can,
connecting us to the divine, His stars
light from every single direction—no,
I’ll never change, kind sir, my moniker
I cannot love the person I let go
and, besides, it’s women i prefer
keep me charged, happy, and in His light
the puma thrives, and the hunt is complete,
Love me, gladly—love me out of spite
I’m running for congress: you’re in my seat
you’re eating chocolate: that’s what you feel,
words written with total desperation
thinking, at that time, of the heir You steal
one life to live—You are a distraction,
make your voice heard: don’t redact it all
I post my love into a public space,
once you filter through dishonest gall
there’s no one, really, that can take your place
therefore you must love what you conceal,
or else His secret becomes expensive,
preventing us from helping how we feel
in some future realm where we could live
including the shadow that lends me back
a man of the bulk of no small respect
speaking to our journey and a change of tack,
the woman, as an artist, I must reflect
if the truth is the bedrock of His beauty,
and You, a function of his right hand,
carve out His infinite compatibility—
love is the language that we command
while speaking, in straits, of what we bless
determined, above all, to rejuvenate,
and escape the situation that yields distress
as we, the actor, would rehabilitate.