A courtyard between us
and still her flame
warms my hands
and I’m wrapped in a blanket
next to a blaze
in the middle of the midnight tundra
I break a flower
from its stem,
twist it in my fingers
let it fall
An earth is
not enough,
I need a galaxy
and universes collide
between her eyes
She draws stares
smiles
whispers
Illuminating a world
made of darkness
Bringing together
a circle of souls
and leaving them with
their breath tangled in their throats
And I tried to find a flower
good enough for her
but it’s twilight and I’m still searching
by the glow of the crescent moon
And I tried to catch a snowflake
that would be suitable to give
but they melt
in the warmth
of her smile
And I tried to find a comet
more beautiful than her
but I could live a thousand lifetimes
and still be gazing at the sky
My God you are good. And it's
My God you are good. And it's also refreshing to see/find another (possibly?) lesbian writer on this site. I thought for certain I was the only one haha.
Anyway, this poem hit home. Reminded me of many nights wandering and pondering and losing myself to the sky.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.