QUEER GRAVITY. Lesbian Luna Poetrees
SEIZING THE MOMENT I LEAN OVER
PUT MY LIPS TO HERS
EXPLORING HER MOUTH
MEMORISING EVERY BUMP EVERY CURVE
I WITHDRAW, AND LOOK INTO HER EYES
HER EYES WERE SMILING AT ME
BUT HER FACE WAS STILL UNSURE
I GENTLY PUT MY ARM AROUND HER
ASKING, ALMOST PLEADING FOR HER TO
COME HOME WITH ME
SHE STANDS AND WALKS TO THE DOOR
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO, OR IF I'VE
OFFENDED HER, I FOLLOW
"WHERE'S THE CAR" SHE ASKS INNOCENTLY
I SMILE
AND WALK PAST HER
MY HAND BRUSHING HER ARSE AS I DO
IT GIVES ME A TINGLING SENSATION
I FEEL LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL AGAIN
NEITHER OF US SAY ANYTHING, TILL I
OPEN THE FRONT DOOR AND SHE COMPLIMENTS
MY TASTE IN FURNITURE
THEN GOES TO EXPLORE THE HOUSE
TO LOOK FOR THE TOILET I THINK
SO I'M LEFT ALL ALONE TO WONDER
WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING, AND IF I SHOULD
SAY "SORRY I'LL CALL YOU A CAB"
BUT BEFORE I CAN BECOME A REAL CHICKEN
SHE WALKS BACK IN AND SITS ON THE COUCH
I DO THE RITUAL
TEA, COFFEE, FUCK
IF I HAD THE GUTS I'D BE THAT BLUNT
SHE REFUSES, TEA AND COFFEE THAT IS
SO I SIT ON THE OTHER END OF THE COUCH
TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY
EVENTUALLY I BLURT OUT "NICE WEATHER
WE'RE HAVING" MMM SHE REPLIES
FUCK I HAVE TO RESORT TO WEATHER
WHAT'S MY PROBLEM
BUT THANK GOD SHE SAVES THE DAY
AND THE MIGRAINE I HAD COMING ON
STANDING, SHE WALKS OVER TO ME THEN
SITTING ASTRIDE ME SHE BEGAN KISSING
MY NECK AND ANYWHERE ELSE SHE COULD FIND
THAT WAS IT I HAD TO HAVE HER, I PICKED HER
UP AND CARRIED HER TO MY BEDROOM, LAYED
HER
ON THE BED AND BEGAN TO UNDO HER TOP
GENTLY AND SLOWLY
RING RING
RING RING

AWAKE
LOOK AROUND, NO ONE THERE
DISAPPOINTMENT
SO I GET UP FEELING A BURNING IN MY CRUTCH
TO ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE THAT KILLED
THIS DELICIOUS DREAM

MEL

When I think of "lesbians"
I dream of lizard aliens
of battery coils protruding from inverted chests
forming boyish breasts
of snakeskin torsos
the forked tongues of denim desire
darting in-out in-out of lovers' mouths
carving XXcess with homogeneous precision
the trout the trout the trout
migrating the landscapes of water + reason
until it reaches home-base
3 strikes + your out
the tinsel lovers sleep zig zag tonight
turning broken texts into gold

3 becomes 1 becomes a chin cleft
broken neck
a woman's salted body

I pack a switchblade in my cunt

Mi/chaela

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