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Chiquita Jun 4
purple
sweet
fragrant
lavender has always been just that - lavender.

until

I met her.

lavender is stealing is kisses in the kitchen,
nosey neighbours peering over,
two souls, simply smitten.
lavender is sneaking glances across the crowd,
spotting her smile - seventh heaven, standing on a cloud.
lavender is nerves getting the best of you,
but feelings you’re willing to push through.
lavender is being shy,
‘stay a while longer, don’t say bye’.
lavender is laughing out of your stomach,
wanting to show her off in public.
lavender is melting with each message,
slipping away from the world for just a few seconds.
lavender is a racing heartbeat when she lays on your chest,
then contentment, as your jumping heart takes a rest.
lavender is forever looking at her lips,
mind filled with thoughts about dancing with her, hands around her hips.

I met her.

until

lavender is accepted in every garden,
I will keep my lavender hidden.

lavender will always be just that - lavender.
fragrant
sweet
purple
I recently came out. I met an amazing girl. My life will be forever changed.
Chiquita Jul 2019
dis amper vyf jaar later.

jy drink nog saam my koffie in my bed tydens ons stiptelike afspraak -
op nostalgiese Sondae aande
wanneer die wêreld stilraak,
kort voor die week weer sy stophorlosie
aanpas.

die herinneringe tog só aanskoulik,
maar stééds kan ek myself nie bring om
jou stem te herroep nie!

voor ek jou kan vasgryp, weer saam jou kan lag
óf
my gesig sag teen jou bors kan vasdruk,
verdwyn jy,
en Skuld neem jou plek in tussen die lakens,
klink die koppie teen myne
gee ‘n grynslag
en sluk my heel in.
Chiquita Aug 2018
I tuck my head
under your chin.
your kisses spreading
l o v i n g l y
over my skin.

I took from another -
me; a selfish, selfish being.
now, I’m ‘the other’.
Just some thoughts going through my mind.
Chiquita Aug 2018
voices sound the same
they did, until I met you
now I just seek yours
Chiquita Jun 2018
I never knew that
happiness could take on form;
but then I met you.
❤️❤️❤️
Chiquita May 2018
your scars -  a road map;
sad, endless tales spreading far
of battles once fought.
Chiquita May 2018
In bed I lay awake at night -
fingers tracing my body
like a contemporary dancer
sweeping across the floor.
neck
collar bones
sternum
I count my ribs.
a little more
than the knocks I took from
you.
my hips protrube, like the veins
on your arms when you got mad.

God knows.
can a touch feel this feather light?
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