Concerto for Two Women
I am grateful. It’s hard to
explain but these notes joyful
and solemn, express for me
our irregularities.
It’s beautiful isn’t it
sky through lashes blurred by tears
the bump bump of a small chin
against a shoulder as two
walk through September rain: You
would appreciate these things.
I wonder if it is your
shy voice leading me, a thread
stitched through music. Would you be
shocked to see this dyke short hair
and matching short sharp dyke words?
(well someone’s got to say it)
I hope you know why I break
open all our silences
I dance for us both tonight.
May the day come when the whole
universe stops to listen
as one of seven wonders
is alive for the first time
born of these two violins.