lxix

couldn’t make out
what you had said
hiding behind bergamot
incensed haze diluted
deep breaths pulled
back against the high
feeling our tongues tie
tangled in the other

silk threaded flesh
lacing through
honeydew strands
dripping down
from the shy gaps
in a mutual smile
form seeking reform
softest warmth adored

there is a place for you
in the tangle of us
undone, under closed eyes
pulling closer, pushing out
whatever breath is left
to yield in silence
i will keep it closer
our home in one another

existence in poetry //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

revelations in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
death, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land
paytherent.net.au //