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Boaz Priestly
Poems
Apr 2020
make me
i wonder if this is
what love feels like
your hand ****** in the collar
of my shirt
our faces so close
i could lean forward
and kiss you gently
or bite your lip
make you bleed
like i have bled
instead, i bite my tongue
tasting copper
but nothing i will regret
having said
like all these apologies
stagnating in my throat
maybe a broken plea
but i don’t know what for
i’d ask you
if i could find my voice
putting the pressure on you
to fix this
and that’s selfish, isn’t it?
wanting you to hold me
like one would a lover
without the other iterations
of that silly little word
but that’s all i have
ran out of ways to make my sorrow
sound poetic and palatable
long before this infatuation
blind-sided me so cruelly
and maybe right now
this is okay
your hands rough on my skin
but your voice so soft
when you look at me
Written by
Boaz Priestly
27/Transgender Male
(27/Transgender Male)
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