There is a trannyboy sailor in my bedroom,
All round blue eyed with long dark lashes,
Strong chin and wide lips,
Peeking at me shyly.
He wears a navy middy,
And beneath it is his heart,
An organ wrapped in music,
His beating heart sings “You Go To My Head”,
And I get all teary-eyed listening,
To his sighs and pleas.
He whispers in my ear,
“You intoxicate my soul with your eyes”,
It is enough to make me spread my legs,
To let the seafaring world in,
There are angels and baby birds,
A sailor cap on his head,
My robe is covered in spades,
I have a halo of wings,
And I touch his face lightly,
My palm resting, open on his tender cheek,
Lean in for a kiss,
Kissing my trannyboy sailor.
Our Lady of the Trannyboy Sailor – collage by Carol Queen