I saw it in your smile
And the song we shared
Jamila brought us close
Like two peas in a pod
We spoke like we were
Seated in a downtown
Café, sipping tea and eating
Blueberry muffins
Sharing names of our favourite
Lady poets and
You named a poem:
Voyeur
Oh the rush I felt
When I listened
To those words
The rush to feel your
Body flushed
Against my own
Two brown girls sinning
As our song played
In the background
Holy!
But that rush was
Never indulged in
Our connection was merely
Electronic
The current I felt when
I spoke to you was
Just a current
I don't regret you
My holy honeydew
I don't regret
Wishing you were
Naked in a room with me
With the windows wide
Open
Discussing
The matters of love
And queer
The matters of black
And femme
Then kissing
Touching
In front of them
Whoever them would be...
●
I was fooling around on Tinder and matched with a wonderful girl. Our conversations flowed. I loved the idea of having her but she was too far away and she was in love with another so that blew up in my face.
But anyway she taught me how to truly care for somebody, how to nurture and I'm so proud of how far she's come as a black queer feminist and I'm blessed to have somebody like her to look up to.
Share your stories of women who inspire you. Your stories of queer love. Anything. Just share. ♡
-MAWIZANA {wise one}
YOU ARE READING
Darkie Fiction
RandomI wrote these a while ago in my teenagehood. I thought why not do some self introspection through the many people I've loved or...thought I loved and also share a few poems. These are about real people, real experiences and my everyday thoughts. Enj...
