Queer Joy

By Rona Hunt

there is magic in this.

eyes locked on the dance floor, bodies slick with sweat, 

windows fogged, beads dripping on the mirror glass, 

my laugh, her touch,

all encompassing but not intense,

it is light, I feel impossibly light

transcendent joy covers over me, 

wraps me up, so that

even when I step into the night air,

even when the rain begins to fall,

even when I never see her again,

nothing else feels like this,

it isn’t just more, it is a different beast entirely.