i want to love women saphically
i am not the same as sappho
i am the same as the beings of heaven
whose celestial shine glows amongst mortals
I want to love men like da vinci
but i am just the scribe that bears his soul
oh to be a tree in a forext
of moss and lichen
lounging in a golden ray of sunspot
green leaves glowing with light
birds tittering about my branches
mice scurrying about my boughs
roots splaying through the ground
digging deep into the earth
searching for bones of my past