I COME OUT AT NIGHT

I come out at night

when moonlight paints my bedsheets,

my skin—dark as night

the floor, I traipse when you summon me

I can feel you, calling upon my audacious nature 

conjuring my effervescence 

so, when all the other bodies rest,

dreaming of worlds and journeys they’ll never know,

I walk in the moon’s light,

gliding in its paint—its inconsiderate, messy paint

that sends me all around this room

my shadow gracing these walls

hovering, spilling, dripping 

my dancer taking up space while he can

mixing in, with the slippery paint of moonlight,

are my desires, desperations, spilt suppression,

pain, and passions, 

creating a dashing medley of who I become at night,

summoned by the moon—

sharing my passions with these generous, foolish walls

These walls that let me use and abuse them

to hover, to explore them, to project

A passageway, it seems, when you summon me,

knowing I’ll come out 

Knowing that I really just want to be who I’ve hid