Safe Haven

Safe Haven – M. Stone  (this poem first appeared in 2017 in Calamus Journal)


His room:
dim-lit, a gauze


cocoon where I
spend Friday nights.


Patchouli incense
smoke reddens my
eyes. My feet,


flat as Kansas,
cannot withstand
high heels


so he dresses me
in a suit and tie,
Oxford shoes


while he dons
a flowing skirt
and low-cut top.


As we dance, I
lead and he follows,


our clasped hands
a moist kiss.


In his room we play
gender-fluid games,
safe from the Bible


Belt’s lash.