I've taken the Time
and given myself Space
to compose

Provoked by none other
than my excessive mind
riddled in thought

In portrait mode when
I should be detailed
in landscape mode

Seeing the full picture
not just what's in front
of my face

Gaps of white noise and
blank canvases have
stalled progress

Oh, but I see light
a brightness of clarity
surrounding my path

Mock not good fortune
let it rain down and
lift you up to fly

I walk through the
open doors with
renewed confidence

Time & Space limit
me no more as I am
free to create... ME.

Sometimes I miss him
There are times
I don’t.
Like random flu shots,
Like a stopover down the road.

I’m not all over him -

Clearly no desperate longing
At any angle for his somber, dark eyes
Nor enigmatic smile.
Though I do admit -

Gaps of the day, I use to fantasize
Ever allured by the curves of his body
Tenderly lulled by his mellow voice -

On my knees, I am hypnotized.
Visualizing the way he brushes his fingers
Eminently against my back.
Rejuvenating - it sends chills down my spine,

Yes, my spirit’s taken aback.
Oh, I’m in denial but if truth be told,
Unravel the message…



Read the first letters of every line and unfold.

Explain to me why I dance to blood,
Look at me when I hurt too much.
Tell me why he painted me black,
and scrutinise my high when he doesn't love me back

Lesbians, when up against it, are agile & lithesome & sad when determinism equates to hydrophobia; because anyway there's no way around it. These normal lives are driving us nowhere in a hurry.

I was a moth.
Drawn to your flame, yet unable to get close without feeling the searing pain you’d inflict upon me each time.
And yet, I could never stay away.
However,
there came a time in which I learned to instead bask in the sweet nectar of another.
And it was then that I finally became appealing to you.