Queerness Poem by Leom The Author

Many loves, now, in outlets...

Enter and ebb, catch and break!

Loves full of confusions,
Loves esteemed by desert laurels,
Loves that smell at nothing...!

Loves with no origin...
Just loves of egress...
Loves with no kisses...
Just of opaque nags...

Loves that write receipts,
And spew contrast...

Loves and loves and loves...
Loves that have no mercy
To twing their loves...

Loves and loves and loves...
Loves that riffle,
surfing on fake kinds...

Loves made of pure disport...

Loves and loves and loves...
Loves that have no ears for earreach...

Loves that, care not to pay their damages
Nor to prove that their land is really owned
by dainty feelings,
by optimal feelings,
by true feelings...

Loves and loves and loves...
Loves without laws,
Loves with their own laws...

As, each love, now, has its own laws
to abase their dictums...!