Dresses for the Gay Victorians
The pair is staged, draped in frozen cotton,
androgynous; no need for arms or palms.
Forever High Street promenade, fixed on
hidden dress forms, perfected and embalmed.
Perhaps these flourished forms were forbidden,
lovers kept a whisper apart, longing
to be unmasked and no longer hidden—
tender wish fulfilled, at last belonging.
Perhaps they dream of nineteen eighty -four:
Prince dripping in purple, strutting icon
with heels and sequined ruffles. They adore,
dancing breathless until the denouement,
stilled again. Oh, Victorians, brilliant
pretenders, shapeshifters resilient.
After “Gay Victorians” (1999), Yinka Shonibare, Wax-printed cotton textile, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (SFMOMA)