After Her Kind by Anne Sexton
head first into the chaos with a grin,
no knocking on the doors to let me in,
just breezing through existence like a clown.
Each person has the power to astound,
a glorious mélange of heart and skin,
so very different, yet so much a twin ‒
I love you, like you, still want you around.
For I have drunk the dark wine and the light,
swum naked before dawn in crystal pools,
crept quietly down corridors of night,
then foraged through the trash for shining jewels.
Hence I will laugh and sing and hold you tight,
and never, ever, submit to their rules.