Tingum in da bush
They found us
Heated, half-dressed
Haloed under the promise of a God
Who formed no judgement
Our desire for each other
Frantic, feisty, fiery Fuck.
Anything but flaccid
We were in an Eden of our own taking
My forbidden fruit was history for your making
But before we got to rake ‘n’ scraping
They cried blasphemous shame at these
Two brown frames
Trying to blend as one
Of all the criminals gallivanting the city
They sought after us?
Why must we be made a spectacle for doing
That which was always natural.
Before the men in blue came
I wish we both did
Before they recorded us
Before they harmed us
Before they made us cry