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A Libyan reader ‘Muftah’ currently living ‘somewhere in Western Europe’ has contacted me to say that his boyfriend is in prison back in Libya because someone informed on his sexuality to the authorities. He says, ‘A homosexual man in Libya might as well have the Plague for all anyone cares.’
A sobering thought.
Let us hope Muftah and others like him around the world may yet find peace and freedom.
Meanwhile...
Now, is there anything more refreshing, delightful and sensual than sharing a shower with someone you love and who loves you too? [Heterosexual couples don’t have a monopoly on the simpler, more sensual pleasure in life and love.] Me, I don’t think so.
BETWEEN SHOWERS
I watch your firm, naked body
that I know, oh, so well
dripping rainbows on the floor,
peer in-between the colours,
glimpse, oh, how naive we were
at the start - so light of heart,
and carefree - me loving you so,
you loving me too as we'd go
about our daily tasks and chores
just like anyone else
We do the laundry, make sure
there’s food in the fridge,
clean up after muddy footprints
on the floor, not to mention
having to unblock the drains
now and then, tackle piles
of washing-up before the parents
come to see if we’re coping
with everyday life, not letting
its prejudices get to us
Generally speaking, managing
to survive between showers,
letting each other’s nakedness
we so adore drip rainbows
on the floor, peering in-between
the colours at the way we are;
wanting, needing, loving, caring,
for a world whose long arm
of bigotry would harm us rather
than lend a helping hand
Yes, well, let the world have it say,
we LGBT folks are here to stay
Copyright R N Taber 2004. 2019
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
A Libyan reader ‘Muftah’ currently living ‘somewhere in Western Europe’ has contacted me to say that his boyfriend is in prison back in Libya because someone informed on his sexuality to the authorities. He says, ‘A homosexual man in Libya might as well have the Plague for all anyone cares.’
A sobering thought.
Let us hope Muftah and others like him around the world may yet find peace and freedom.
Meanwhile...
Now, is there anything more refreshing, delightful and sensual than sharing a shower with someone you love and who loves you too? [Heterosexual couples don’t have a monopoly on the simpler, more sensual pleasure in life and love.] Me, I don’t think so.
BETWEEN SHOWERS
I watch your firm, naked body
that I know, oh, so well
dripping rainbows on the floor,
peer in-between the colours,
glimpse, oh, how naive we were
at the start - so light of heart,
and carefree - me loving you so,
you loving me too as we'd go
about our daily tasks and chores
just like anyone else
We do the laundry, make sure
there’s food in the fridge,
clean up after muddy footprints
on the floor, not to mention
having to unblock the drains
now and then, tackle piles
of washing-up before the parents
come to see if we’re coping
with everyday life, not letting
its prejudices get to us
Generally speaking, managing
to survive between showers,
letting each other’s nakedness
we so adore drip rainbows
on the floor, peering in-between
the colours at the way we are;
wanting, needing, loving, caring,
for a world whose long arm
of bigotry would harm us rather
than lend a helping hand
Yes, well, let the world have it say,
we LGBT folks are here to stay
Copyright R N Taber 2004. 2019
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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