mi amor

queer-with-a-pen

i think that if you asked

my love

i would take my binder

off for you

 

being unbound and

entirely open in your presence

that sounds like heaven

if only to me

 

because you are the eye

of a hurricane

and i am caught

in an orbit around you

 

and it’s not so bad sometimes

because that turning

of the whole body is like

the butterflies you cause

 

and i could be a rosebush

if you asked me to be

grow you the loveliest flowers

even on the coldest winter days

 

and even if you never

picked any of my flowers

i would still leave them in a vase

to greet you in the morning

 

because i want

you to be happy

even if it is

not with me

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2018 02:35
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 22
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  • Nicholas Browning

    That's what true love is. Wanting someone to be happy even at the cost of your displeasure. Well said.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you for your kind words in regards to my poem. It always means a lot when people enjoy my work.

    • Lorna

      What an absolutely beautiful poem.... I adored this: and i could be a rosebush
      if you asked me to be

      • queer-with-a-pen

        Thank you for reading my work and leaving such a nice comment. I especially liked the imagery that that small stanza conjured for me, and am glad that you liked it as well.

      • Aislinn Wilson

        i was really shocked by how vulnerable this is. it's really beautiful

        • queer-with-a-pen

          When writing about this one person, my poems turn out being more vulnerable than I really intend them to be. I feel like I'm holding out a finger-painting or macaroni necklace to them, hoping that they'll like it. And thank you for calling my poem beautiful 😀

        • florence arla

          Beautiful imagery. There is a book by Clarice Lispector called Água Viva spilling over the go in with incredible imagery (just a reccommendation) and your poem reminds me of one of my favourite lines in there:

          "I want a cloak woven from threads of solar gold... I open the black umbrella and throw myself into a feast of dancing where stars sparkle"

          And reading your poems make me feel the same way as I felt reading these quotes. You have a natural gift for it.

          -Flo



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