the night is not very big
a few hours only
of magic on that side
of Orlando midnight
pulsing music
and transcendent dance
when arms reach heaven
like light

except for you
the stranger

did you never feel
the reality of renewal
were you wary of those who did
when did you dig
the dark grave of hate

if you had been open
I could have shown you
the lark in your throat
the silly in your limbs

I could have taken you
to the Love Lock Bridge
you would have liked it
the dance of love, the soul in strobe

but you with your
twisted resistance
and gunning gaze

now look
what you’ve done