Marching matters, obviously
And standing (in solidarity)
Linking arms and a willingness
To die (in order) to achieve
Equality. Strong bones
And stamina. I like a woman
Who smells of soap
But not entirely. I like certain parts
To retain the earth, be feral, fecund
Musky. You’ll learn the truth
As you get used to me
My favourite music
My favourite poet, colour
My favourite way to touch
Be touched and drugs
Drugs, will figure
Not necessarily prescription
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Steven Taylor
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