ANDROGYNY NIGHT

Ambitious fragments
of your romanticism
in the prism
of your Lady Gaga glasses
I was a man
full of music and laughter
watching you perform
at the club cafe
you motion
in gestures of a mon cheri
smile with a cherry
on top with your renovated
male/female body language
wrestling with the mask
of the feminine inside
and out of
your song& dance routine
picking me up
in your lap top smile
doing Dusty Springfield's
"Son of a Preacher Man"
you feature your legs
in a pornographic red eye
with a restless lover
sitting on a jealousie window
as I blow the summer blues
from my sex and sax
like any forsaken sleepwalker
carrying a pink lady
out to you
as the rain outside
absolves us
this Sunday morning
in our denuded lives.