Sapphic Poem - Blog Posts
SOMEONE COOKED HERE
Oh god, why did I ever think I was going to end up with a man? Women have everything that men don't. Understanding, a gentle hand, the softness of their lips and their hearts. There is nothing quite like laughing with a girl like you are best friends, thinking of her as if you have been married for decades, holding her like your favorite childhood stuffed animal, and kissing her like you could sustain yourself for the rest of your life simply on the sweetness of your mixed breath. Fingers in her hair, her head on your chest, love in both of your eyes that only the other will ever see. Make her a bracelet, find her a rock, gift her her favorite snack. Freedom in your airy laughter. Certainty in the matching beats of your hearts. You know everything about each other and remember every little detail; you are in love and unwaningly so.
#2
as i pass through the second circle,
i wonder ‘is this inferno able to hold all us sinners?’
‘will it ever be enough for the long lines of fools,
of the liars and the traitors?’
brimstone and basalt beneath my feet and in my nose; not an unfamiliar feeling
as i watch the souls devour each other
in reckless fury, passion
on the backdrop of a hurricane of blue fire, carbon on hydrogen
crashing bodies on bodies,
with the echo of the endless storm in my mind,
i feel burning nostalgia in my hands,
in my mouth
for our earthly time together, burning coldly
and slowly in the remnants of my mind,
already half eaten, empty
by Ugolino, hiding her half-eaten fingers from my blind eyes
we are all fools, i more than most
for willingly walking into a sulfuric hell,
and for letting myself get eaten, like roadkill
by a devil who could never be satisfied.
as i crawl my way down to the bottom,
the last circle, lust to treachery
to the icy depths of this menagerie of our creation,
i know that if there isn’t enough room for us
so i will make room
as i forced my stomach to give space in its tiny insides
for your ravenous hunger, too much for two.
i will make room in the bottom for us
to make sure the devil devours us both,
judas, brutus; they can watch
as He chooses which of us will be the greatest feast.
they will vote, of course, with their half eaten hands and minds, on whom will be ripped apart first
and be sure, my dear
they have not seen our insides, thawing and clawing
they can jest, but never know the extent
of the crime committed,
we may be frozen in the lake together, but
there is not enough space in this devils mouth for the both of us
your cold blood will serve as a better appetizer,
than mine, i will stand and watch
endlessly burning, endlessly waiting
for starvation to take its toll
on my soul,
ripped from my body.
-L
Art of my Heart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Words unraveling my very being apart
Stabbing words meant with love and care
Heavy hearted words constricting my air
This doesn’t feel very evenly fair
Our hearts we were supposed to share
Instead leaving me with a bitter tart
Wishing we could both just restart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Don’t even get a proper first date to start
Almost wishing I could have a cold frigid care
Instead my heart holds the dagger of despair
Will the flesh of my heart ever heal and repair
Even with every new tiny terrifying tear
Wishing she would still hold my whole art
At least she still wants to hold a part
Dancing in the Rain
Will you hold me in the racing rain
No matter how heavy the storm drain
Even when the shiver strikes the skin
Take my hand in a sprinkling spin
As we dance in puddles on the ground
To the symphonic silver rain sound
Your makeup running with the skies tears
Hand in hand together there will be no fears
Will you hold me in the racing rain
Together in love we have so much to gain
Your lipstick lips laughing in a grin
As the rain echoes off your chin
We dance in love in dresses drowned
Together even when there’s no rain found
We will be hand in hand exploring new frontiers
With the memory of silver rain and laughter in our ears
Desire Fire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Chasing after a girl only to fall in hellfire
Freely falling fast with heart set ablaze
Collecting kindling bundled with her addicting praise
Feeling the warmth of the sun under her gaze
Her warming words never cease to amaze
Passionately dancing in her freeing fire
Not caring for others cold condemning attire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Freely falling fast for passion oh so dire
As her passionate praise left the mind in a daze
sensual souls together in a raging craze
Mutual passionate praise dousing fuel on the hearts blaze
The flames of the fire momentarily raise
Until her gaze starts to tire
Bidding adieu to retire