this is the turning point

Message to Readers

its not gay if im genderqueer ;)

this is what i imagine kissing her would be like

January 10, 2019


and the following morning,
you play beving in utmost solitude.
prancing the fingers onto each key
like a grand jete, you are never still.

i sit on the piano stool,
caressing your hair like a child,
and i am placed under your spell 
for a little while;
until the music ceased
and you retire your hands into mine.

i picture us infront of a million ballerinas,
imperfect posture, and the plie bare.
i never took many ballet classes,
but enough. just to let
my emotions melt into the leotard.

your lips are the same colour as my suit.
i read them at mealtimes.
i sometimes envy the woman that has touched them before me.
and if its the stage we dance upon,
let me lay on its centre.

sometimes figurative language is enough to imagine
the pulsing neck, 
and tattoed back you would parade.
and when i wake up tomorrow,
i watch you again,
 playing that sorrowful piece. 


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  • ghostlyglory

    oh this makes me sMiLE so hard. "your lips are the same colour as my suit. / i read them at mealtimes" is so fucking lovely i read it three times over. honestly i disagree with some of the comments - i think that the ending (especially the last line) finalizes this bitterness that has been laced throughout the poem and also references the first stanza ("you play beving in utmost solitude. "). i love this! very much!

    5 months ago
  • paperbird

    ahhhh how are you so good at poetry

    5 months ago
  • R.j.Elsewhere

    Agreed with Anha1

    5 months ago
  • Anha

    this imagery was beautiful, and I love this to bits but I feel like the last three lines didn't quite end the poem in a way that gave it your usual justice? idk what i'm saying

    5 months ago
  • Araw

    Dis da good shit. I love this so much dammit

    5 months ago