Genderqueer Chicago: Sonnet
Forever have I longed to be desired,
But not as a fair damsel in a tower.
Forever have I longed to be admired,
But not for looks which fade within the hour.
The glory that I seek is of this kind:
The realm of princes, jesters, fools of grace;
If you would praise me, praise my nimble mind,
My courage, or the laughter I embrace.
For though my spirit wanders far and wide,
I shall not, like some maiden, float away.
You'll find yourself drawn closer to my side
And in that closeness shall I hold your sway.
Thus captive and content you shall observe:
Close enough to touch, have you the nerve.