"nucifera" poems
The way I expressed it didn’t fully
Make sense to my dearest
Who only likes men.
I’ve never prescribed to the scrutiny
Eyes of jocks eyeing us as they do p*rn.
I used to see red as a fad that
had past and a warning that I’m
Not desired;
Nor will be, no matter my try.
But I’m realizing now,
Want is deeper than thou who have
wanted me only in theory.
Fruity or trans, and the girlfriend
I have, each is queer and there’s something more in it:
Queers see women the same way
they view art pieces;
So I’ve always been Venus and Ophelia,
The Lady of Shallot— not some
acquiescent cool-girl
who’ll answer your questions of
p*bic hair and fair children.
Where a woman I knew
sees a woman as through
some man’s eyes focused on her bre*sts—
I cut a fringe for the change,
And remain soft in shape
For these are a lover’s desires:
Wear your identity on your sleeve,
In the curve of your arm, on the scent of your hair and upon the pendant at your neck.
Like the romantics do in literature;
After de-centering men,
You can finally be free.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
Thy eyes and smile which I beguile
Showed me how it's petals open wide
Stunned by thy adage of life
Coz' thee always look at its bright side
"love-stricken" is how I describe it.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC