Tasted the Rainbow
I think it felt hot in your mouth.
Heavy like a rain
too colorful to name. Too beautiful to boast about.
No shame here.
I need you not to know that I am beyond fear
but that I love it when your mouth makes a certain kind of standing sound
near my ear;
the sunshine comes just a little too close to its own sun
but I do not mind. I revere
my own body fairly. Subtle. Yet muscular.
Carrying all of this poem after the lightning, and thunder, and wind sheer.
Remind
me of what caused this Deluge;
was it the way my nipples stick carefully out of my chest,
or was it how you took refuge
in my arms, an easy, dreaming bed of creole grass?
Or was it how your hands crept, trembling,
around my vast, thick, humid
penis
and made me notice
that I am most definitely not skinless
or Jesus?
Regardless,
the flavours now burn away all the trauma within, that still desists.
Noah let loose a great many birds—
all I will release
is every last drop of what you call
sin.
This is what came out after the storm, without and within,
and what it meant, in the end, to be truly, multitudinally fearless.