this is also v inspired by a wonderful conversation i had with @taladepth on instagram about sexuality and the appreciation of bodies, she is sososo wonderful (she took the pictures that I used for the cover of this book and for the media of this poem!)
it makes no sense to hate what we are
our vessels of
beating hearts and cells
are not imperfect
the curve of your hip and
the tip of your tongue
begin a revolution in my mind
your joints and marrow
make a gossamer image of
blue hues and sunlight
but still
the whispers touch you,
constructing the doubt
within your throat
we separate
our yellow lace selves and
sheep's wool laughs
from our skin,
carelessly leaving the shades of
blue and black
to the unappreciative eyes of
our own upbringings
our bodies left discriminated
for being
nothing but human
december eighteenth
twothousandsixteen
(also, i am bisexual and demisexual, i that means that i am attracted to both males and females and only feel comfortable having sex with someone that i have a strong emotional bond with. conversations about sexuality and gender are important!)
