POLITICAL Poem: Queer Love, by He Jiang

Yes, they make love, whenever they desire.

Like all lovers, they make love, they travel, they share joys, they endure sorrows—if sorrows should ever come their way. They are brought together by the same fate that binds all who fall in love. They walk side by side, confide in one another, love with their whole hearts. They will not invent some unheard-of cause for conflict, nor will they add a never-before-seen hue to the spectrum of love’s brilliance. Yet this does not diminish the singularity of their bond. Like all sincere affections, their love is both unique and
irreplaceable.

Of course, they make love, in ways both imaginable and beyond imagining.

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None of your business.

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None of my business.