Elevation

 

 

 

I remember, that day you showed up in the bright, beautiful sunshine

Outside the Hôtel des Invalides

And you had brought me a pastry rather than flowers

As you thought it would be easier for me to carry

 

It was so pure.

 

And your intent shone

Golden, before we had even kissed.

 

Before we had even spoken everything that we felt

You loved me.

And you showed it

This is how I knew you were a man

Different from all the boys I’d known before.

 

— Jennifer Weng Han

 

 

Feature image: Taken the morning of my 21st birthday in Paris, in my old neighbourhood of Palais Royal, by my dear coloc and friend Naina Bajekal