Christopher Michael, gay, gay poetry, homosexual, lgbt, queer

Oberon’s Garden

Oberon’s Garden

in nocturnal light, the fairies and the sprites
in fine peacock array—girls by night and
boys by day
the art of illusion guides their magic wand
illusion their boon companion
art mimics life in costumed fine array
life mimics are, girls by night and boys by day

at eventide we gather Oberon’s Garden breathes awake
as the celestial orb ascends the sky, her iridescent
gown lights the gilded stars
drawn across the nascent onyx sky in a chariot
of spider webs drawn by gilded butterflies
until dawn, her fire exhausted, she sinks into
morning’s oblivion;

and flee we must the Garden, whence the irate lord of heaven
master of the day, fiery glowing orb eloquent
and effulgent, bold as children’s lies
washes away morning’s sounds and dew
and fairies scatter and hide

but once evening blooms again into Oberon’s bower
they come softly stealing to this enchanted garden
softly hung with twinkling lights and o’rehung with vining flowers
the fairies pluck to weave their golden locks
or hair of raven lustrous cascades shimmering
in the perfumed hours, the comes
the fairy dwarf Oberon, diminutive but handsome to
the eye, bearer of great beauty, holding court with
nymphs and sprites
and such as I and other startled creatures of the night
roam and dance to music from Pan’s magic pipe

these lovely creatures, both boy and girl, art and
nature’s mystique and wondrous to the curious I
though I alone would walk among them
without fear of the unknowing but I remain
caught in their elfin kingdom
I delighting in their domain

though I would be, were I could, one of these glittered
magic sprites, the lovely fairies bejeweled with wings
and gilded crowns and gowns of endless array, who
sporting of an evening in Oberon’s garden, without
me they dance and sway

magic creatures of art and illusion haunt the
evening, inviting with gestures fey, invite me in
to witness bold and beautiful, their enchanted drama
all pure beauty of sound and sight
making music into the night, welcome into the garden
entry to all who ask, to those who so desire, to be
both boy and girl, to confound and delight, to confuse
to delight, to blur the lines that gender taunts, come
dance with us, come join the glee while under the
Luna e l’altra, the other moon, welcomes in
the curious, the other creatures of the night
and so they welcome me

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