LGBTQ+ Poem: Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, by Nicholas Rega

surely on this night the snow looks like
ballerinas spinning across a dim stage / behind
me the bed was an iceberg of a swan until you
came you knocked and swept the wings of
your coat around me / now you remove your
tie and top hat shadows of damp lingering as I
linger at the pane content to gaze at a reflection
and yet / and yet you are here messing up
the bed in a haste constructed by routine / surely
this shining night with stars and snow should
not be melted away by friction-filled limbs / I
would like to kiss you to stop you for you will
not stay / still / off in the night cold little ballet slippers
twirling disappearing beneath dark vespertine sheets

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