It’s different,
But it’s our song.
It’s still the same,
The words I know by heart,
By touch,
By your taste,
And a hunger I was not expecting
Grips me,
And to make it through the moment,
I will just remind myself again,
That I’m “Alright”
New and Full
What is the moon like right now?
New and full
I feel it.
My want of you peaks,
The cosmos pull,
My center yearns,
Knowing still
I need,
And it’s you.
Beloved Siblings
Lead weighted hearts hear the names,
Of beloved trans siblings slain,
Heads bowed low,
We are “a gentle, angry people”,
And we sing,
We sing for them,
We sing to them,
Their beautiful lives too early taken
Is this our world?
Do we accept it?
That one’s true identity,
Should get one killed?
That one’s self-love should mean the end?
“Enough!” We shout,
To murdered and missing,
To disrespected pronouns,
To the slippery slope of hate,
To ignorance ending their fate,
Gentle, but angry,
Mourning, but strong,
We gather here to honor the lost,
To vow for their dear memory to live on.
Dream Poetry
I dreamt you last night,
I was in your poetry,
I then woke too soon
Within
We don’t know ourselves,
Until we have to go looking
For something hidden,
As if it’s gone missing,
We dig through ancestry,
To try to construct,
By deconstructing identity,
We look up,
Hands clasped,
Always searching out,
When the answer,
Rests within.
Full Moon Thoughts
A white halo rests over ground,
Ice chills the core,
And the glow of moonlight illuminates
This early night,
I should beckon my lids to close,
But even when they do,
I’ll remain awake,
Lost in these full moon thoughts of you
She of Letters 