#lgbtq poem

I think of the women.

The women I’ve touched. The women who’ve touched me. The women whose bodies are now so far from mine. The bodies I grasped, pulled inward, knew intimately. The bodies I drew warmth from.

I remember these bodies vividly. I see flashes of their hips, their thighs, their belly buttons. It all happens at once. All of it. 

It’s us - when we wereus.

It seems so drastic, to shift from exchanging breath to exchanging glances. When did we stop breathing into each other?

I knew that the marks I left on your skin wouldn’t last. But I can’t help but see you without clothing or inhibition. Maybe that’s why you avoid me. Because your skin still stretches too thin. 

Because I still seeyou.

Happy new year and all that good stuff! Sorry I’ve been a little absent lately, I’ve been in a weird place and having a hard time figuring things out. I have a new Pride art piece, hopefully, coming in the near future (๑>◡<๑)

I’m proud of all of you and remember to always be proud of yourself!!