My right eye is gay, and the left one is straight,
Both holy day and tryst, a very special date.
My skin is read, but my desire is not—
I’m a public fool in my private spot.
I look at myself and see someone
You and I could not rely on.
But you and I, we do not care
For the beautiful sirens on the top of Saint Clare.
You and I will gather this.
The noon painting. The somnambulant kiss.