There were no
Occasional Sapphic
Fantasies
Stuffed deep into
Her soul's drawers,No secret
Lady lover suspects
Swept under her heart's
Rugs.She was only just now
Feeling the desire toPlague men with her
Heterosexual birdsongs,
Her charms.
Tell me
How someone so straightCan make me
Bend over backwards -
So gay.
Tell me how thatWoman's words
Flow like honeyFor the
Milk of men,
And yet still
Bring my
Blue and purple and pinkTeeth to chatter.
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YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?