Tell me—
Did you fear the
Rumors?
About me, us, ilk?
Greedy and needy and yearning
For what you
Cannot give us!
I’m her—your
Worst fear
Given flesh.
Insatiable, hungry
Consumed with a need no
One can meet.
I mean it. No one. Biologically impossible.
I do want it all.
In me, around me, on me,
Breathe in the smell of one and
Taste
Another.
I’d beg,
Really.
I am everything wrong,
But I feel so right
I want to be loved and
Used.
I don’t think the two
Thing are mutually
Exclusive.
Why so much damage
Why so much rage?
Why all the tears of pain
Why sunny days
Filled with straight hate.
the lonely nights
When we should be holding each other
Tight?
Why all this damage
Had the love come and gone
Had the time come.
What we once had
Had it died?
Has the happiness fade with time?
Is the damage to much to bare
Can are hearts beat
together once more,
Or are they hiding in fear
Beneath a mask that's worn?
Time will take it's toll.
As time will Settle the score.
Your femininity/masculinity attracts me;?
Your steady strength supports me;
?Your tenderness sustains me;?
You’re the perfect love for me.
I live next door to angels
One day they fluttered in
But not just any angels
These ones play and drink and sin
Not sure they know they're angels
Since one day it came to pass
I heard some cursing angels
Whilst they tried to mow their grass
Quite impressive when in action
Think they thought that they were smart
Built a Lawn-mowing contraption
Without instructions, part-by-part
Carefully attached the fixtures
Every bolt and nut and screw
When it didn't quite match the picture
They didn't know what they should do!
Today I woke to fumbling
And noise as I arose
I could hear two lesbians mumbling
While playing with a hose
Sorry my dear roses
I do not mean to scold
But lesbians don't do hoses
Or know how lawn mowers unfold
So please do heed this ditty
I'm not trying to be a jerk
It's just that you're too pretty
For all that kind of work
So take it easy, find a seat
And I think that you'll agree
It's time to rest your painted feet
With a lovely cup of tea :-)
Two femmes, gauntly fit in the prime of adulthood.
Short, professional cut on one. The other bore crisp brown curls.
Are they lesbians?
A question birthed of weariness from I, my hips slouched against
the speckled pattern of the countertop.
One approached, and I knew at once the truth.
It was the shorter-haired of the two,
also short on curves and cuteness,
which,
believe me,
is no large insult.
It was, of course, in her eyes: the irreplaceable glint,
that weird flame within some women that burns all
who smell and taste its acrid smoke.
This is not to say that lesbians are not crazy-
there are certainly some demented ones out there-
, but there is a certain breed of straight white woman
that shatters the legends and forges new ones, circulated
among moose lodges and taverns globewide.
She spoke: 'Do you have skim milk?'
For sure, I was right.
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