It's the Friday we have waited for since the last
With clenching anticipation, like when their eyes widen
Right before they ask us the questions
And smack labels onto distant relatives we don't give a shit about
We huddle to the loud, bright rainbows amidst the inky, quiet night
Where we dance away the "sir" that should have been a "ma'am,"
And the confused, lonely handholding in the back of the car
The feeling that we can never really be us
Because our love is too different
We cast transient spells in dance circles,
Rituals to heal the things inside us
Broken by the pressures to be normal
I don't feel lonely for those few hours
The vibrations from my hips remind me
That I am not alone, that they know my pain
You stand against the wall, shadowed
Insulated in your own little world,
Finding the quietest spots among the noise
Appreciating it all, these beautiful moments
That will only happen tonight
I move over the dance floor in a trance,
Becoming part of a things I never imagined
Forgetting the long sleeves and makeup
Feeling waves of touch, music, and sensation
And what didn't shake me until now
That we are a movement
