Gayness

a poem by Roger B Rueda

is as shapeless as water,
runny and smooth,
its undertone
asymmetrical,
its quintessence cryptic.
it’s, though, intuitive
unlike water:
it’s H2O:
it’s confines;
it’s finite;
it’s material;
it’s of gases;
it slakes a thirst.
Gayness
isn’t elemental,
it’s labyrinthine.
It’s about womankind,
it’s about menfolk.
No, it’s about itself,
fresh, misheard,
singular.
It’s banal yet
imaginative.
It’s angelic:
it’s transcendent.
It’s elusive like a poem.