she

she
has never caused me
any pain
so sometimes
my middle finger recalls
cuddling
the small of her back
is reminded of the gravity
of her femialiarity
scent that draws my nose
to neck
sniffs and tastes
where my sweat has danced
down her neck
and onto a landscape
kissed over and again
til nothing is left untouched
and she passes out
exhausted
pleased
by my mouth's raveshing
nectar sweet
gratitude in her gaze
pride in my exhale
she is hot
i am cool
we are what precedes he
returning to womb magic
home inside of her
holds me so closely
i cry with her
am born again

how strong i feel
loving she
though weakened
by this profound secret
i have harboured
when she has never been careless
told me lies
left me sleepless
for wanting to be wanted
played games
afraid of being played first
adores me openly
and i am more bowlegged with her
swagger shaped by her watchfulness
she remains proud
that i remember
the sweetness between us
the weight of her lightness

she
loves the smell of my sweat
slipping onto her
our passiongrip
supported by the flexing
of my back
my nature
rising to the occassion
of "love deluxe" and "skin"
this is no ordinary love

i walk into crowded rooms
she shines proudly
i talk
she gets wet
nipples to attention
my baritone
reverbs them a lullaby
chemistry so perfect
she whispers thanks to God
blushes like lovers should
how safe i have felt
not feeling unsafe
in her embrace
my hands remember
palms that feel perfect
my lips in the crevices
mapping a life
protected
and i remember
adoration
touch myself thinkin bout
the 1st dyke i ever kissed
who broke my heart
being too strong a womyn
to deny me the blessing
of a cursed curiosity

but i will find her someday
again
pull her lips to mine
remind her
that she balances my strength
giggles and blushes
when i sing low in the morning
sheets not as soft as she
unworried
i'm being too manly with her
lets me feel in control
though i am not
and she
might be strong enough to kiss me back
knowing these lips
have kissed men, and more
welcome the density
and breadth of my desire
holding her as unapologetically
as i have held men
afraid of being held

she still smiles when i call
her laughter reminds of our sleeping
chest to back
lips on nape of neck
hands cupping breasts
resting from the dancing
on my lips
just hours before
she thanks me for being strong enough
to be vulnerable
reminds me
i may be the only man
she has not been afraid to love
though, unlike me,
she has stopped trying
has always been smarter

somedays
crying
i remember:
eclipse
is an event
rare as our connection
me the sun
she the moon
hopeful
realignment

whole again