To fight desire (Poem #101)

As she walked,

her hips swaying,

back and forth,

as if beckoning me on,

however I could not tell her,

of my selfish desire,

because she was,

and still is,

my one and only true friends.

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.