October crept back in at this petty pace,
Persephone's leaving after hot summer days.
Autumn brings back memories of them
Late nights spent in some fanatic haze
December holds a chill my bones still remember
You kissed me the last time last winter.
Year has past and we have grown,
you nor I are children anymore.
Yet I miss your touch as the summer leaves
something about you changed me.
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 2:13 AM UTC
Memories encroach on a star speckled consciousness,
How the sun felt in years gone by.
What was life like when happiness sprouted from the earth?
How mud splattered flower child was taught to be quiet.
We spend years relearning that we are birthed of stars,
Only to let simple vibrations of air
Crumble war torn castles of consciousness.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;
i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober
i'm drunk on the
memory of you
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 7:56 PM UTC
I never liked Romeo and Juliet
But I’m okay with crashing-
just let me crash and burn in your arms
Let’s try to touch the sun
before we know what’s good for us
Let the wax melt and hold me close
Let the feathers and tears fall
Because at least we can say-
We flew
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 7:54 PM UTC
My fingers dance across your skin
and small constellations I trace;
There rests Aries on your collar,
and Andromeda frames your face.
Though you’ve labeled these stars a flaw,
I can’t stop myself from thinking
Aphrodite herself did bring
these small constellations to being.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
the moon is a lesbian,
which i know because she has
kissed every inch of my body
more often than any lover
i've ever known.
i have watched the way
she kisses the ocean
and guides her gently home,
have seen her face reflected with love
in the ever-changing sparkling surface of the sea,
and i don't know any other word
to describe a love like that.
the day we smoked a joint in the woods
and then walked eight miles in the rain
to gas station coffee,
we passed two other gas stations on the way,
but you were holding my hand and
i didn't want it to stop.
you said
"you're beautiful"
and i said
~~~~
because you were the most remarkable
person i had ever seen,
leaned up against the hood of a stranger's car,
smoking a cigarette like a lesbian james dean.
you'd call yourself
"lesbian" sixteen times before breakfast
until it stopped sounding like venom
and started to sound like a prayer,
because how could i ever look at
love like this and feel anything
but holy?
my new church was the woods
by the river,
and i learned to worship
at the altar of your body.
you took me in your arms and you said,
"baby,
you're beautiful,"
and i told you i loved you
because beautiful had never
meant anything to me
except that i had something
people could take.
i heard "beautiful" from your lips and it sounded
like a blessing.
the moon is a lesbian because
she knows how to love without taking,
i have scarcely loved a man
who has learned how to love without taking,
that is not to say that no man
can love without taking,
but it is a skill that is learned
through a grief
that i have shared with every
queer woman i have ever met.
when you kissed me in the attic,
it was not the first time
i had been kissed,
but it was the first time that a touch
felt like a gift and not a punishment,
and it was the first time i understood
why people write love songs.
i wanted to write you a love song,
but after a lifetime afraid of my own voice,
all i could sing you were hymns.
not because i had made you an idol,
but because your hands on my body
made me feel clean for the first time.
the moon is a lesbian because
the night i stumbled out of
the apartment of the man
who only loved me when
he thought he could keep me,
blood on my lips and nowhere to go,
the moon kissed my fingertips
and she said,
"baby,
what took you so long?
welcome home."
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
and with the first blossoms there came rain,
and it rained,
oh it rained endlessly long
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
As I wring my hand washed laundry,
The air still rings of you.
I think of each word we shared,
Miracously few in hind sight.
My bathroom a dripping mausoleum,
Thoughs of you hanging out to dry.
I was a different person then,
Still convinced I could survive.
I cant wash my mind this way.
As I wade through this confusion,
And into murky waters.
I simply hope you do not forget me.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
effortlessly wearing a cigarrette on her lips
head tilted high with one hand on her hips
a dizzyingly incandescent, nicotine laugh
i think i'd die for her
write that on my epitaph
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC