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The early morning breeze

blows cold on my face,

and makes my fingers tingle.

My nose drips constantly,

but I have never felt more alive.

The trees sway, being pushed this way and that

by the more-than-gentle wind. I can sometimes

hear a faint roar, as if a mile or two away,

finally catching up to me.

Your smile, full lips spread to show

your beautiful white teeth,

is intoxicating.

A tiny bit of your tongue sticks out

and all I can do is smile.

I find myself thinking about our future.

How we will have to navigate a world so hostile,

so full of hate for my transness, our queerness, and

our interracial love, and subsequent marriage.

So many stares, ugly faces twisted and contorted

hate dripping from every pore

and smelling so acrid, so sharp.

Looks so vicious, wanting blood or a pound flesh (at the very least.)

Last night, by the embers of the dying fire, inside our sacred circle

I admitted to you that I was scared.

I also remember what you said to me -

It is okay to be afraid. The key is how you use

that fear, how you allow it to, change, confront demons

and fight monsters, their faces twisted into knots by hate.

This is the way it is most days. A give and take

A sacred dance. Filling our own vessels, so that we

may pour understanding, love, and strength into each other.

And I can think of no place I’d rather be, than in your presence

by the warmth of the fire, talking truth to each other

so that on mornings like these

when the sun breaks through the clouds,

replacing the cold breeze with warm air

thawing the frost from my hands,.

Tiny beads of sweat form on my upper lip

I smile to myself,

while thinking of bathing

in your light

and I smile, content.