Ken McCollum Poems

A date,
I went on a date,
and could it have gone any better?
His face being illuminated by the sun,
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The night sky is dark and covered with stars,
Making the sky look like a sequined covered gown,
The cold air huskily hitting my hands,
Making them feel like ice,
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His skin is soft,
his breath is warm against my neck,
His warm kisses all over,
The smell of his shampoo,
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Being queer is like a cauldron,
full of mixtures full of everything you can think of,
people keep trying to separate the mixture,
try to name it,
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Fear is something that eats me,
Causes me to have anxiety over everything,
It eats my stomach away,
Causes my chest,
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I know there is something wrong with me,
How I want my skin to sting and burn,
That sometimes all I want to feel is pain,
How my heart hurts,
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His skin against mine was so warm,
Skin so soft,
Scars on his shoulders,
On his back,
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His warm breath against skin,
he breathes against my neck,
the way he holds my hips,
How he bites my neck,
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The devil on my shoulder,
Though the devil doesn't perch on my shoulder,
It sits next to me,
And broods over my head,
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It finally happened,
the exact date ive been wanting to go on for years,
before I even knew who he was,
I wanted to travel around downtown Milwaukee,
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