You stop to look at yourself For every mirror you pass by You can’t help but to gaze into your eyes Such perfection that lies in the glass You tilt your head and pass your hands Through your shimmering hair Brushing all those obsidian strands
Oh the fortunate mirror So close to you So close to you I envy it
But then again I envy every single particle Of dust that rests on you The golden light that lays its head On your pink shirt The blessed water molecules Holding your hair together The plastic comb running its fingers in your otherwise tousled hair held by your warm fleshy hands As you stare into the mirror Brushing your obsidian strands
Free flowing thoughts Moonlit sky Dinner by the beach Hands reaching Far across my thighs Long summer evenings That turn to dawn Empty wine bottles A seat in a lawn We sat there in silence Side by side Hand in hand Watching the Crimson sunrise With coffee afterthoughts A slight hesitation Before our lips lock
As you look upon the skies and glance over the moon You stare in awe as you talked in a blissful tune You kept adoring the skies as you speak what you know While I only beg the stars to make the time run slow
Once I caught your eyes, I wondered if you could see What you admire is just a reflection of thee Though, I could not agree more to what you admit All I’d say: the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?
Ever since you left I don’t know what to do but I’m surprised I haven’t ran I don’t know what comes next I can still feel your hands Must be muscle memory Perhaps a new feeling for nerve endings I’m lost, you caught me in a trance I can’t deal with it, true I want to hold you I need your touch, how lovely that would be I want to hold your hands and hear you love me You make my heartbeat dance and skip a beat I could talk to you for hours Remember the night you got me flowers It was as sweet as the blush wine I poured for us both I’m missing you the most And without your hands in mine It’s phantom pain and I don’t mean to whine
Are you still there? Always said I wouldn’t beg for you to talk to me But here we are, do you even care? Put yourself in my shoes and try to see Where I’m coming from Love is in the air and I want some
Your hands, I want to hold All this waiting is getting old I know I’m broken It’s been a while since we’ve spoken Did I mention that I need to hold your hand? ****, you’ve got me stuck in a trance I love you, do you love me? I guess we will wait more and see Hours pass by, I remember your beautiful eyes I beg you please be done with all your lies So, I can truly love you like nobody else Don’t get the idea that I won’t love myself No lies You would be one of my hardest goodbyes I’m tired and don’t want to wast any time I love you Promise you, my words are true.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” someone asks “Their name’s Bea,” I reply “I support that,” they hesitate “You are so brave.” they add
I never saw their lips as a political statement Nor did I think holding hands in the front seat while a friend is puking by the side of the road Was some kind of revolution
How romantic is it That our story will be etched Not in some Neruda poetry book But a professor’s first textbook Or a college student’s 2 am essay
When I said I was in love You thought it meant I was hungry Not for touch or for pleasure But for justice and freedom I didn’t know that When I run my fingers down her neck It would be tied to a long Twitter thread
I never saw my love as a battleground A metaphysical exploration of sexuality What’s Marxist about the way their eyes disappear when they smile? What’s so intersectional about Our entanglement at the back seat Or our hands holding in front
I never thought I would be so brave At my most fragile state So political In my most dumbstruck ways So woke When I’m asleep in her embrace
What it feels like to be in a queer relationship. Your whole relationship becomes a political discussion. And while I love a discussion, sometimes I just want to love.