I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering
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Power
In my heart I make a home A temple cloister I may roam The safest place I’ll ever go For as above So below • I do not fear what I am shown I cast off judgement and I flow I give my trust to worlds unknown For as above So below • And when… Continue reading Power
Worthy
Your hand in my hair Does not feel the way The hands of other men have felt Absent from your touch Is the building aggression The palpable vibration of subjugation Which I had known before And which had mingled Stickily With shame To coat my heart and confirm Love holds pain Your hand instead conveys… Continue reading Worthy
The River
In the shower the water rushes over my shoulders as it did earlier, when I sat in the bowl of a small waterfall and let the chill gush take my breath away. In the river, I crawled like a creature; I enticed my lover as a fairy might, arranging my body in pools of sunlight… Continue reading The River
Queen of Elves 