My Mother Asked Me "are You Even Straight?" To My Statement Of "If I EVER Marry A Man, That Is.." And

my mother asked me "are you even straight?" to my statement of "If I EVER marry a man, that is.." and as soon as she says it, i go blank, and then like clouds emerging, i look at her, and I don't know what to say. I have practiced and practiced for this, but I..go blank. I jokingly say the closet is made of glass, but she doesn't get it. Your eyes come in front of me and I want to tell her that I like your eyes very much, and how the sunlight kisses your face, but my mother is not very fond of poetry. She says know yourself first, and I nod, I wish to say, I have known myself through her touch, her eyes, her hands, her body, her mind, her laugh. She touches me, and I know my body, her hands rake through my back, and I get to know I am ticklish at my back. She is my religion. I see myself in her, and her in me. I know myself when her lips, touch mine gently, with a fire of the unkown and the hunger of the known. She is my religion, and I kneel at her altar. I know myself best when I am kneeling at her altar.

I don't say this, so I just say, "I don't know, maybe"

maybe is your name.