And still

only read this if you like really gay poetry

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“Fissure Vent in Steamboat Springs, Nevada,” by Timothy H. O’Sullivan, courtesy of the Met’s online collection. Image description: A photo of a fissure in the ground that is emitting steam, with hazy hills visible in the background under a bright sky. The landscape appears arid and textured. Original image tinged pink by yours truly.

We have both seen the earth crack beneath our feet

And still

Found peace in our pieta

Took the jagged fragments of masterpieces past and

Made the pieces fit together

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You revealed the secret keeper sleeping underneath

Unsheathed beleaguered creatures

Sought to see each other deeply

Complete heathens, claws and teeth

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Feel each other’s heartbeat and keep our breathing like a bothered heat

Rose degrees when I tucked my head into your arm and you exhaled and said

I’m just really glad you’re here with me

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You

Let me see the amazing mazes within you

And then I prayed to lend you faith

That my embrace could shape the two of us into superhuman strength

Pull you into this new bulwark that we’ve together made

Sway through days bereft of pain that feel ordained by fate

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fill each other with the feeling of

Real healing

Of your skin finding mine and

Kissing how we wish that is

Until the end of time

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Til we slip into a rhythm

Catch the light into our prism

Dip our fingers in and feel the flesh

You’ve become my favorite friction

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Caressed contour motions evoke

soulful coloratura

in every measure

mouths savoring the marrow

We flow like notes in a Romantic concerto

Fly off the page in passionate rage

But play the parts so perfect

that this stage we’re on feels safe

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Saturate me in ways heretofore unmatched

Blended gender fucking drag

Need you to wrap me in an avalanche of super sapphic wrath

Unhatched only to collapse

into gratified passion

grown attached to this pasture of happiness

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Electric connectivity elect to pick you for infinity

Let you and me and the love between complete our holy trinity

Let us finish gripping hips and kissing lips and call out for divinity

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Busy with all that’s been forbidden finally

Liberated linked laced up lingering libidos

Brew a storm fury physical like torpedos

Hips with hysteric histories hidden incognito

Licked and bitten up and touching toes

Pacific winds whip the waves, Venus tasting her own sea foam,

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I lust for that look of hunger in your eyes

The one that

Leaves me undone,

Supple supplications undusting feral frustrations

Enmeshed what was mutually sheltered in the breast

Celebrations of the flesh swept to festivities and unsaid destinations

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Escaped everything we ever dreaded with

Legs threaded blended in desperate sweat

Drenched in sun and roots and petals

Made melodies that resonate through the room like records freshly pressed

Erect a palace where we’re both protected

Brought me to my knees and pleased you with dedications and confessions

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Observe these curves, divine the lines, my focused fortune teller

Know which golden honeycomb to steam and then to gently enter

Tongue to taste the sweetest nectar

Tender pulse of pressures decadent and wetter

Plans of placid harmony and manic swells of pleasure

I want the bed we nest on to last into forever

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NOTE: originally published in Gray ‘s pride post: “a love letter to lesbians, trans women, and sapphic friends” along with other great sapphic writers, pls go check it out/support them!!!! Ty to them for promoting queer writers!!!!!!