Member Poem

girls (nightmares)

maybe it’s wrong,
how much I dream of you
(sapphos whispers to me at night)
of pulling your long hair,
an embrace, your breasts against mine
(and I cannot refuse)

he tells me there’s nothing wrong with it, with me
“do you even know how sexy that is?” he says, with lustful eyes
and so I have to doubt
(sapphos croons and soothes, with blue hair streaming)
but how can his reasoning feel wrong when you,
your curves, your muscled arms, your long, twisted hair, feel right
when my name on your lips is, for once, beautiful
(doubt all men, what need have we of men)

if I cannot take you home without fear
or carve your name into my arm
without men leering, yelling, smirking,
(sapphos knows me, and I—cannot—hide—)
maybe it is best to stay hidden, secret,
a treehouse of whispers our only home
(hide, make her yours, if only for tonight. the blossoms
will weep your tears, and she will cry.your.name)