Open your bitter, your sweet, I pry your heart open as I ease up your ankles, Beg me to stop, you don’t mean a word you say, Your thighs betray you, woman. Your breath is my beacon, I keep my eyes open, slide them over your hidden kisses, Pupils so dark I’ll drown, I biteContinue reading “Bittersweet”
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A vessel or canvas?
Recently I saw this as a prompt for a post online: “…some of the stonefemmes I have talked to recently have an interesting way of describing themselves in their relationship to stonebutches. One called herself a “vessel” and another a “canvas.” In your ideal scenario: Femmes, how would you describe yourself? Butches, how would youContinue reading “A vessel or canvas?”
I Don’t Pack For You
It waits in the drawer till morning, I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul. I can feel it throb, hidden away, It’s attached, though it isn’t, Roots deep inside My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off, TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”
A Burd in Flight 