her ams around my upper body-
mine around her lower,
we whispered, laughed
(almost kissed!)
...
Dear reader,
“Now, ” I thought to myself, “lie down, and shall I
write a poem? A sonnet? Sketch some lines? Maybe a haiku? '
...
Thoughts Of A Transgender
her ams around my upper body-
mine around her lower,
we whispered, laughed
(almost kissed!)
but didn’t and no further;
“I don’t want to, ” she said.
“use your body, ” for
I’ve the body of a male,
but identify otherwise.
“and I’m straight.”
well we continued to whisper, laugh,
(and almost-kiss)
at four, she went back to her dorm. I’m glad
she did. Friendship’s welcome
is warmer.
I snuggled to myself
with an austere sensation
yet perplexed with desolate vexation,
contemplating my prospects with her
if I'm not transgender.
I visited the page of Charles Zhang when there were only two poems on his site. The poems I read were very well written. Here we have a poet with great talent to express important ideas in melodious verses. I hope we can see many poems of him in the future.