my lover twirls grace and beauty
between her fingertips
her golden hair gleams like sunlight
and her breath flows like wind
i can liken her to flowers
but they hold no candle to her
she moves like a river
gentle, slow, and flowing
i understand now the desire
that Eve had that day in Eden
aching to feel the sweet nectar
flow down her chin and to her breast
wanting to taste what she never could have
and, God, did it feel good.

love with a boy

with the grace of an elephant
i fall in love with a boy
it happens slowly
and then all at once
it is loud and sharp and harsh
like fireworks and explosions
rough hands running over hips
gripping tighter in fear of letting go
harsh love and lust pull closer together
the forms that resemble magnets
drifting closer together from opposite poles
until they collide with touches and breaths
and they lay there
without a care in the world


love with a girl

with the grace of an angel
i fall in love with a girl
it is fragile and new
like a bird’s egg in spring
it is as soft as fresh cotton
and as gentle as her own hands
lips brush in kisses that make you shiver
and fingers intertwine to set
butterflies loose inside of you
begging to burst free at any time
love is scattered across me
like the freckles on her face
and it sits in my heart
light as a feather