floating around our heads, drowning
us in their prickly monotone beliefs.
searching the lights of the dawn
marquee, looking for my lesbian senshi,
my salsa sexuality soldier. together
baby, we run. flying away on our magick
carpet, rainbow kisses and rainbow
fingers trigger the chipper dawn light.
we dodge their harsh mythologies,
their exclusive communities, intrusive
accusations-insert baka propaganda-
my rainbow senshi and I escape
their condescending glares, soaring
above their monotone lives into this
rainbow world of our own.
we lay side by side, beneath the dawn
marquee, exchanging rainbow kisses,
rainbow fingers, rainbow sexuality.
safe on our own, don't need no community,
safe together in our rainbow love.
we run, we fly, we love, ears blinded
under the babble of baka propaganda