self acceptance – Queen of Elves

Gathering

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

Play

I’ve been on the run But a hallmark of my running is It’s a secret to me I love to keep a little secret from myself Sometimes And so I seem not to know why I’m diving headlong into you Making myself cozy Gathering inertia But then I arrive Where I was heading all the… Continue reading Play

Soul Retrieval

There’s a moment in your bathroom when I feel myself become him, without even trying. I’m standing facing you, feasting my eyes on you, giggling with the kind of unbridled joy I have rarely experienced but which seems to be increasingly present in my life now, when I feel my shoulders broaden, my hips narrow,… Continue reading Soul Retrieval