To you my mountain

To you my mountain 
P. Dante Cuauhtémoc, M.F.A.
(Winter 2016) 

I am the wind.
Hail and ice.
Water and daggers of obsidian. 
I speak my mind, and cut with shade.
I bless the earth with my wet dance, and flowers to bloom.
Healing mist of a morning due.
Deathly hollow screams in the night.
Cool breeze on a sunny day.
And there you stand, mountain.
The one who does not fear or tremble or bend to my push.
Unyielding in your admiration of my chest and thrust.
You see me.
You smile.
And you stand there.
Unshaken.
Absorbing my dew.
In your valleys I rest my head.
Hugged by your minerals and metals.
Enriched is the soil of our love.
Beautiful is the sunset against the clouds of our heaven.

I vogue in the rain

Today I vogued in the rain

without a jacket or 'brella

without caution or wind

I danced in you Tlaloc

like any tlaloque

ometlaloque

faggot of the water

dew of the air.

I vogued for you

my family of the sea

ocean falling upon my face

a splash

a bust

a trickle of what I know is not a trick

but a memory

on monday

of my past when I as a little boy would bask in your radiance and create a dance for you to heal the earth mother from all the poison of oil and plastics that lay upon her flesh and in my bones.

I vogued in the rain today

Butch Queen Performance

Hands Performance

Butch Queen Vogue Like a Femme Queen Performance

and sum other stumble between al'that.

I cried today

thinking of those without my medicine

without water or food, medicine, that keep them alive

every 15 minutes hearing

Acquired immune deficiency is homicide

Acquired immune deficiency is homicide

Acquired immune deficiency is homicide.

Let Us Praise the Masters of Slow Death

I vogued for you

in the rain

wet

moist

sad

soaked

Submerged.

In times of great sadness

it is only a blessing

to feel the tears of the eyes much bigger than my own

in a time of sickness

without compassion

I float in my wet body

I feel the water pass through skin

the drops

hit me

like the dew of sunlight

the the warmth of brown sugar

in forever condensation of sacred love

post love making.

I vogue for you

a cry

in the larger cry

in the larger Tlaloc

a blessing to the thirsty earth.

I walked for you

in performance in the rain

I walked for me

in a fierce bag and beat boots

I walked for us

a vogue to remember

that the cry is a release to feel the thirst of emotion that has been denied to us too long in this world of suffering and invalid segregation.

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