Black boy, brown boy, white boy,

It makes no difference in the dark,

And when I’m with you

It’s always night.

Street light is broken again,

Only the moon casting light through the bars

Dowsing us in shadowed strips of cool;

Just enough to see the laughter in your eyes.

Drenched in sweat and cum

And tangled together like Oroborus,

My mouth full of kisses and cock,

Yours dripping with cunt.

So full of love for the girl whose name you never asked.

But I know yours, Oakland.

Not a one night stand in a one note town;

Your teeth gleaming, your smile welcoming,

Your heart a complicated thing.

Oh, and I remember the weight of you

Holding me down, passionate and rough

Dancing like warriors, fucking

Like our lives depend on it.

And maybe they did.

Feeling muscles rippling beneath skin and scars

Strength that is more than bone deep,

Pain that is pushed away by the love I have always felt for you,

And love that is pushed away by the pain.

I still dream of you, Oakland.

Of how the moon glowed, illuminating

The bruises, black and blue

And the wounds, worn proudly.

The memory of how perfectly

We fit together.

Black girl, brown girl, white girl,

In the dark, it made no difference.

XoXoX

Dedicated to my sister, Lady X, who might as well have co-authored it.