Peoplewatching....myself included

Pride Toronto 2007- today- HOT

Dyke March Toronto 2007- yesterday...

I have a chance to spend time with my friend- the first chance in quite some time.

I sit in a park on a concrete slab watching her
I speak with her; we wait for the boys to finish their business and move along.

She suggested (a while ago) that we come here and make out for a while.

Beforehand, we had moseyed through the busy pedestrian area, gone in search of cherries, found grapes, bought caffeine and chocolate, and watched the world go by from a fortuitous seating location.

Then we went to the park.

I heard the world around me and I heard your breath and your energy and mine became something else entirely.

I feel safe in this space. I know where it begins and where it ends.

I wear your marks. They will show more in the coming days.

Apparently I am eloquent, even when I speak in monosyllables, or without words...

" You are a poet inside a shaggy boy"

I carry a lock of hair, a nugget of garnet, and a hunk of lapis in my left pocket.

I wear a simple strip of leather around my neck; I would not trade it for any golden trinket.

I am still tender.

I love it.