My mind beelines to a time when Beautiful boys like us could play together Before they were made strangers and Wrapped themselves in protective layers My mind beelines to a Pride Sunday when I followed Your beeline to booths filled with people like us, With new possibilities ringing left and right As in a pinball machine, activating dormant feelings A monarch butterfly flew in our path like a guide To reveal our inner beauty My mind beelines to an imaginary time dimension When liberated from our cocoons we savor every minute Flying and fluttering together, As imperfectly as the monarchs in a monarchy Of two, taking turns at revealing a new leaf here, A new burgeoning flower there, On trees growing strong together with deepening roots My mind beelines to an old image of me When you captured my essence today Of the beautiful boy that had gone dormant For a long time until We found each other