hand brushed hand
dull skin electrifying
you would not marry
and i, not exempt, carry on
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
lesbians will want to write about your hands
the way they wrap around warm cups of tea
and clench and unclench with rage and pride
she'll notice the delicate length of your fingers
how they feel pressing and bruising into soft flesh
the art they make, the stories they create
the blood sprouted from knuckles in societal protest
their kindness, their firmness, their warmth
lesbians memorize every mark and line of them
how they never strike her
how they settle in her own, how they feel inside her
how you use them to clasp your bra and pin up your hair
the way you draw them together, how they fold into you
when they touch to your lips, when they touch to hers
how they pass through her barriers, sneak under shirts
wake her from sleep, lull her to rest, appear in her dreams
lesbians will take them in her own
hold them to her mouth, her breast, her heart
wonder what they are doing at any time of the day
feature them in fantasies and daydreams
claim them as her own, as if they were hers
love them when they shake and when they are steady
she'll want your hands to be her hands and hers to be yours
interchangeable, familiar, worshiped
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
i try to hide
the pink of my *******
but my hands are too small
as one is covered
the other is exposed
*(is there any point trying
to protect
this still purple heart of mine?)*
i take refuge in the bunker
from wandering eyes
my skin it burns
like heated orange flames
from their gaze
my soles are busted black
from running so long, so far
my shoulders are browned
from fighting the sun
*i am looking for a corner
i am looking for a hole:
dark solace*
as a child i imagined my maidenhood
to be a pretty pure pink
but now my thigh are rubbed raw
and red drips down the white canvas
i am so tired
i wonder if the little spark of yellow youth
remains hidden deep within me
*maybe if i follow the tunnel inside
i will find a reason to no longer hide*
my struggle is coming to an end
as they catch up to me
i see the little green of burnt meadows
it empties into the stagnant blue of the murky waters
instead of giving in,
i give up.
into the blue-green i fall:
deep
deep
deeper yet still;
the rainbow blooms
the sky is clear
i am gone.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
We are
absolutely
toxic
for each other,
but I
don't mind.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
>>>>>>>>>>i of a well
d t
r u
a o
w p
m u
y f
s l
e
the more i draw, the more energy i feel expanding my mind.
m
a o u
k l d
i c s.
n into the
g w myself
e dra
v a n
e c
r i
y t h i n g l i g h t e r
(i really can do anything)
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC