This poem is to honour LGBTQ week.
…your lyrics are lost upon me
but your face arrests me
instantaneously
eyelashes flicker
over pale cyan orbs
the kind of colour caused
by the set sun
and begins to bleed bright blue
against clouds
you twitch
and cropped wheaten hair swishes
across the nape of your naked neck
another twitch
to side profile
and i study your nose
which is slightly upturned
as though sculpted by pixies from some forgotten land
my gaze falls to the ripe crisp crescent of your lips
i’d like to know them
i think those lips i’d soon grow to miss
and I imagine what they’re like to…
someone like you
who relinquished garish girlishness
but still cherishes a sweetness
between sovereign steps
only glimpsed by those
who truly search
you laid down face paint long ago
your nakedness beguiles
you expose
and allure my longing
like a honey bee seeking sweet nectar
blinded by so many before you
but you stripped off your petals
that summer you went to live in the city
to reveal the most exquisite harmonious bud
possessing the sweetest nectar of all.
you’ll never know
but thank you.
Author: Gabriella Tavini
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: ✏︎ w r i t e r
adventure ・ forever curious ・ truthseeker
?debut novel release 2018
? writing in Manchester, England
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