#saphic
If a woman is an artist
The kind who’s breath is caught
By the shine a single lamp casts on an apple in an otherwise unlit room
The kind of artist who delights in the dew on morning grass
And who is sent back a thousand lifetimes as she bends down to touch it, her fingertips electrified by the sweet wetness
The kind who blesses the buzzard, enlivened by his high shoulders and weightless bones
The kind who’s heart breaks for the sunset
Who is ever attuned to the moon
The kind who makes a muse of the baristas shiny hair pulled back with a sensible clip
The kind who wishes she could grow giant and soothe the tree tops for all the times they have soothed her
If a woman is this kind of artist
She should not spend all her time in the arms of a man
She should take some time to lounge with a woman beside her
On a soft blanket under the trees
Or on a king bed in the afternoon
Take time to be moved by the sway of soft hips
To be mesmerized by the heady heat of her lips
To know the living dream of watching a supple woman with eyes closed, thirstily rake her teeth across your neck as she quakes with desire for only you
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC
You're one of those girls,
the ones with the fire extingishers for mouths,
cooling me down,
until my words
aren't burning,
Just warm.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC