Sonnet for my nonbinary crush
Though our cigarette is amber smolder,
We remain still on the rooftop concrete.
You have yet to patch the torn elbow of
Your sweater. I want to see you in the
Dim and honest light of a seedy bar,
Billiard room haze and blue-collar handshakes,
Order a stiff drink to wander the banks
Without checking over our shoulders.
Out of habit, I bare my teeth at each
Man we pass and you squeeze my hand gently.
I often wonder what it is like to
Saunter into the night without trembling.
This love is rough-edged and therefore holy.
I’ve no desire to taste good to them.