#wlw poetry

[forsapphics]

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

translated by Anne Carson

[queer-aesthete-poetry]

RoadKill

i lie down like roadkill

rabbit with fur broken

crumpled cassock

piece of litter

for you to swoop down like a magpie

pick at my soft centre

strewn across the tarmac

i always did wear my heart on my sleeve

[sappphic-yearning]

“I don't love women the way men love women.

I don't want to tame them.

I don't want to own them.

I don't want to treat them like a trophy in a case.

I just want to be close to them.

It's still hunger,

but a different kind of hunger.

-I almost didn't recognize it at first.”

-She is the poem by June Bates

[carolineishere]

i crave attention, but i refuse to humiliate myself by asking for it.

i want to be loved, but i don’t want anyone to truly know me.

i am trying to make myself digestible, i don’t want to leave a sour taste in the mouth of my consumer.

[misaswif3]

*•.¸♡ 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ♡¸.•*

[cobwebgf]

—save me, butch savior, niyah alashia

[seraphinesaintclair]

“Star Whispered” by Seraphine Saintclair

[photoproofedk1sses]

i choose you and everything that comes with you.

[queerism1969]

[butchka]

trailing my nose up their body, stopping to press kisses on their hips, stomach, tits. My hand runs follow their curves on the opposite side, rough calluses in delicate touch. they’re the rolling hills i roam.

[cassemiah]

I know you're always going to need to ask

and I'm always going to answer

but it'll never stop feeling like

asking me if the sky is blue.

Yes, the sky is blue, grass is green

the world still spins, water is wet

you're a little broken and a mess

and I love you.

The sky is blue

and I love you.

[arpeggio]

this is the first poem i've written in a while, and although it's not perfect, it's very dear to me. titled revision of the fourth of july.

[chocsra]

"just a thought"

in my mind

i kissed each of your knuckles before falling into a dreamless sleep

your spilled words of hatred

made me feel as though

my love was far too cheap

but go ahead

eye the sunsets

yearn for romance

wait for a star just outside your window

that star will hold a glimmer

in my eyes when i weep

the setting sun is just as beautiful when asleep

your yearning

is a long chase with no destination

but don't worry

just press your lips onto bruised knuckles

thinking of my skin

maybe then

you'll feel more than disgraceful sin

[carolineishere]

in another universe my window is open and i’m laying on the floor. i am 12 years old and nothing bad has ever happened to me.

[her-stars]

I call her my moon but she is the sun and the stars. i am just the moon reflecting off her, cherishing and adores her light.

cosmos of a thousand stars I found the one I met in my dreams. who said she'd meet me between the sky and sea.

she was like a golden light, the warmth of the sun as it soaks into your skin. that bright spark of kindness on a lone wildflower to bloom.

she's a light so rare a comfort in fear, that glimmer spark of hope. my golden flame under the same sky I'll follow you through any cloud.

-Faith

[honeypot-sapphic]

"I love you" is self explanatory, although it doesn't quite cover what I want it to mean. "I love you" is as simple as that. I love you.

But it doesn't explain how after we kiss, I look at you with pure adoration, relishing in the fact that you're mine. I love you.

It doesn't include the deep ache I feel in my chest when you leave, or the butterflies I feel when you're with me. I love you.

It can never fully show how completely and totally intoxicated I am by your presence, how you could ask me to do anything and I would do it. I love you.

It can never encompass everything I feel, the fear of losing you. How I cherish every touch, every glance my way, everything you do. I love you.