I Always Glow Unnoticed
I’m a shiny toy,
hidden at the back of your heart, and mind and soul.
The body makes a play for some sort of ploy
but lo and behold: you ain’t getting any of this Kristang boy
except on his own terms,
sun-soaked and settled comfortably in his own little corner
of his own stellar creole sunshine.
I know you sometimes can’t feel it,
and that’s because it comes from an entirely different spacetime.
You can go ahead and ignore
the Dragon-Lion-Tiger-Space Whale in the room.
Go ahead—I know you’ll be feeling it anyway
really, really soon
when this Kristang starflower bursts
into eternally splendid, spotlessly hyper-amended bloom
and reassembles itself tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow at high noon
until you really get the full, solartime mesmerising picture:
stars, and sun, and moon.
Singapore’s gayest and bravest cutiepie on full display
forever. You can run, but you can’t hide.
That’s what they always say.
This time, the Portuguese-Eurasian chestnut is absolutely right:
the universe Themselves has finally come out to pray
that the gay boy stays put.
Don’t worry;
you’ll get to touch him all:
body, mind, soul, heart and gleaming, unconcealable truth.