Ecstatic celebration sings
To all the world, or whimpers joy
In singular confidant's ear:
A girl to girl, a boy to boy;
Yet in the rarer circumstance
Of intergender confidence,
A subsequent impassioned dance
Can thundrously abandon sense...

A work of art in dazzling white;
An ultra-focussed pinpoint dream;
A drowning, deep in heaven's gaze,
Where all new joys are as they seem
And nothing has been seen before.
Except, with retrospective gloom,
In every house; at night; in war;
As parents in a secret room.

The blindest, passioned plagiarism,
Written slowly, cried to God;
Performed again in novice strokes
Discovered now, without a nod
To all the world's explorers past
Who wrote unblotted blood and tears,
Who through their sweat have made it last
And still return to inner cheers.