Like a stag, he decided to come
Up to me, as if I were a possible mate
He danced a dance, I can’t fully understand
Wishing to know me
In biblical innocence and sin

So I looked away,
Not knowing any trouble I
Was asking or denying
I thought he would leave, selfishly
But he stayed

There must have been something,
Deep down inside of me
A Venus or Athena
That his Amun-Re eyes could easily see

I knew there would be no goodbye
For he started to dance once more
Started to pry, started to sing
In the way stags do, of course
With their hoofs excited
And their horns held high

This display was somehow funny
Making me laugh out loud, heartily
Putting a dent in his pride,
Dimming the light of lust

His horns drew back into his head
His armour and hoofs
Resided as skin and bones
Now he is a man again

Although his masculinity
Should have made me swoon,
As if he were reciting poetry,
The only thing I saw,
Was the lunacy, ridiculous

It made me laugh once more
Until his muscles fell,
His bones seemed to shrink
Now he is a boy

As he looked up, I knew
His regrets of dancing for me
Were endless
If only male tendencies
Wouldn’t make crying seem so weak

The knowledge of wearing tatters,
Rags and nudity in front of
What he deemed me as ‘femme’
Appeared evident in his guilt ridden eyes
He was ashamed, unforgivable-

That is when I first loved him…