who says the right to love doesn't deserve a movement?

was something i needed to hear, just in time, a kiss against my ears like a car crash, something that left me drifting away with red wings. a night of poems that left me leaping out of my seat, nudging waiching next to me, yapping "say what??!! say that again!! BOK BOK BOK!!!"

poetry for the people, i miss em.

(but damn: the right to love needs a movement. desperately. from atrios, here's why: here and here ...)