Goodnight (poem #130)

Until fate has played its role,

Til fear doesn’t clench our souls,

I shall lay with pillow and plushies beneath my head,

Until I can sleep through the nights with you softly snoring in our bed.

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The powers of true love (Poem #129)

I do not know what is more powerful,

My unquestionable, devotional love toward you,

Or my strength as I stand to the side waiting patentiently for the day you are ready and able to fall as hard as I did,

Or my heart as it aches daily for you to return but knowing it can not show it for you need to find your way back on your own.

Intimacy (poem #126)

   

I have so many secrets,

The biggest,

How I feel.

This photo is just one crystal on my chandelier now shattered on the ground,

You have seen more of me than you ever will,

Because this captured the moment everything fell apart,

Truly there is nothing more intimate… 

Reuniting of Bodies (Poem #118)

A warm sensation fills my body,

sparks erupting with every inch you touch,

a gentle kiss turns into a passionate expression,

clothing becomes a barrier to intimacy,

as they are shed,

the warmth turns to fire,

the fire burns inside of me,

pulling you closer to me,

as a shutter escapes my lips;

Within this moment of pain and pure pleasure,

I look deep into your eyes,

and can feel your soul searching for mine,

and finally our souls meet with a sigh,

and the true journey begins.

In the moment (Poem #109)

The current of your breath on my neck,

leaping from inch to inch as your essence travels,

through my body,

to my soul,

back to yours,

as our bodies disappear,

only becoming bondage of the material world,

withstanding only the barriers the mind allows,

and then collapsing with a gasp and a moan,

as two souls became one.

Genderless Love (Poem #90)

A man gave me a flower,

yet it still died;

A woman gave me her heart,

yet it did not fit with mine;

A transgender man held my hand,

yet it did not feel like a one of a kind experience;

A transgender woman gave me a dance,

yet she did not sweep me off my feet;

A soul gave me all it’s love,

and that is something I should not have to hide.

The theory behind love (Poem #89)

The concept of love is a very strange theory,

yet we find comfort in the idea,

of giving someone the power

to take the one most precious thing we own

and ripe it to shred it it til it is no longer recognizable.

Because in the end it is worth it,

for if it does not tear you apart,

it will make you fly.