dancing on Christopher Street: August 23, 2018
please know, Butterfly
that you
and i have
danced together
since the paint
was
fresh
on the walls of the disco---
maybe they’ve faded now?---
since the whispers
of desperate touch
would only creep
in fearsome
frustrated silence through a
warm wind on Christopher Street
we have danced as long.
your hand, Butterfly,
in the back pocket of my jeans
my hand
teasing around your breast, Butterfly,
as though i were trying
to grasp
your shoulder.
lighting Holy Fire under your skin.
setting
free nerves that have slept
through so many shameful
rough hands.
and we were rebels
we were goddesses
infinite and terrible
one glance from us could
topple whole nations
and a kiss?
a kiss could end the world
and rebuild it free.
that you
and i have
danced together
since the paint
was
fresh
on the walls of the disco---
maybe they’ve faded now?---
since the whispers
of desperate touch
would only creep
in fearsome
frustrated silence through a
warm wind on Christopher Street
we have danced as long.
your hand, Butterfly,
in the back pocket of my jeans
my hand
teasing around your breast, Butterfly,
as though i were trying
to grasp
your shoulder.
lighting Holy Fire under your skin.
setting
free nerves that have slept
through so many shameful
rough hands.
and we were rebels
we were goddesses
infinite and terrible
one glance from us could
topple whole nations
and a kiss?
a kiss could end the world
and rebuild it free.
Tori Ashley Matos is a queer and GNB femme writer and performer from Queens, New York. The intersection of and tension between colonial structures and individual identity is the main subject of her work, but sex, identity, culture, and existentialism feature heavily in each piece. She studied Theatre at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts and has been published in the Newtown Literary Journal and Name and None magazine. Tori is a 2018 Dreamyard Fellow.