How I relish in the divinity of your gaze
Of your wandering spirit
Your gentle noise
The courageous in your quiet
The softening of your edges
And how lucky am I
That abundance flows to me in kisses
And warm springs under ribs
Waiting to erupt
And spill onto linen sheets
Like something ancient and sacred
How steady is this flame we’ve fed
Dancing in a sapphic rhythm
Our kitchen Foxtrot
Our primal spark
Embers of the ages
And oh, how tender is the sky
Always guiding
Stars aligning
A canvas in the dark
A language only we can speak
Leading me to you
The moon of my heart
My infinite horizon
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
How I relish in the divinity of your gaze
Of your wandering spirit
Your gentle noise
The courageous in your quiet
The softening of your edges
And how lucky am I
That abundance flows to me in kisses
And warm springs under ribs
Waiting to erupt
And spill onto linen sheets
Like something ancient and sacred
How steady is this flame we’ve fed
Dancing in a sapphic rhythm
Our kitchen Foxtrot
Our primal spark
Embers of the ages
And oh, how tender is the sky
Always guiding
Stars aligning
A canvas in the dark
A language only we can speak
Leading me to you
The moon of my heart
My infinite horizon
A little queer love poem