A black queer experience
Moment
Moment

Moment

Your soul walked in,

And then you followed.

I felt you, before I saw you.

And then I saw you.

It could’ve been a second, a minute,

Or many more.

But that moment,

Hoping that you didn’t see me.

Seeing you, but also hoping that you do.

In that moment,

I wanted many more moments;

Of feeling,

Of seeing.

More moments of you.

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