His love affair

He molds bulbs of sticky sap
 
into
 
imaginary worlds
 
by feathers, leaves, shards of glass
 
and twigs snapped off faggots
 
The other kids don't like
 
his gay creations
 
Teachers pretend quirky is a charm
 
He masquerades in fantasy too
 
and retreats into the idio
 
syncratic
 
that shrinks
 
label 'queer'
 
but it's his quirk,
 
not theirs