sarahrose: (lips)
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I wrote you a letter today,
It said "I think I could quite love you,
and I was hoping that, maybe, you would join me?"

I'm sitting on our dock now,
The one at the lake down the street from my house.
It misses you here -
We were left alone together, people mindful of infringing upon our space,
But now it's just me and people are crowding.

Will you step up, my dear,
past the Second Wave,
and see just I much I have for you?

I wrote you a letter today,
It said "I'm moved, my dear,
by your presence and your skin,
by the curl of your hair and the curve of your breast".

I met a woman, a little while ago,
and I guess we're deciding right now,
on our own and together,
Whether or not to jump ship with all abandon.

We spent a night together last weekend,
Kissing and touching
and breathing and whispering

& I woke up in her arms.
She was waiting for me to open my eyes
(My eyes are opened wide, dear heart)
and she met them,
her smile spread
and she kissed me, then said, simply, "hello".

(Could I begin to tell you just how earth-shatteringly intense that was, my first time waking in the arms of a naked woman, the smell of the massage oils we'd used the night before still on our skin and on her sheets, her hands exploring my flesh?)

I spent the rest of that day in shock, in tears, in awe, this energy stuck behind my heart; spent that evening on the steps of the Arts Gallery with another beautiful queer woman, learning to move the heartstuckstuff, gentleness, then made my way home to my own bed, to my own lover, the one who knows me like I know the lyrics to Under the Bridge which I learned at camp when I was 8, to release some more.)

"I'm tired of quasi-relationships, and I want something real," she wrote. And there, for how damn tongue-tied I'd been to tell her the very same thing, the words were ripped from my own mouth. "Me!, Me!, See Me..." I wrote back, which I then delivered, wrapped in a flower, to her doorstep on the chair that sits on her porch.

("Right then, I wanted to draw you," she said.)
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