The light dances brightly in my heart When I think of you and you and you A little flight of the chords in the song That I sing in my own voice and I look up At a sky that’s bright blue decorated With the clouds and the wind blowing tuck My hair behind my…

As we sit here on this tree in the middle of the snow My heart is full of joy and I’m cozy in the know I give my life to you and I swear all the merriment will be shared I offer to you words unasked for and plans underprepared I’m hoping that you come…

My lover slips in between the trees as quietly As he slips in and out of my heart and although I hunt him He eludes me and all I hear are the soft cries of my own heart With a bell here and a lonesome drum beart there the music Wishes me lover into my…

// The flute lifts me up and over the growing warmth in the air As I break into a dozen dozen’s little garnet blossoms And I sway in the wind not releasing just one pinch of pollen But as many teaspoons of joy as are needed to vibrate the honey In the recipe that calls…

When we are lying so close that our bodies are touching I reach out tentatively at first A foot here and elbow there and then I hit gold Your warm chest aching and soft on my cheek My lips trace the edges of your hand as it scratches The tip of my ear and my…

By Victory Guys…I appreciate the attention But I am A raging lesbian

My heart has a funny shaped space That is the exact shape of your hand Cradling it softly and you have taken it Away from me and you are holding me Captive to the safety of a grand castle In the hills of a cold moorland holding Take me away with you

Glass blowing is an ancient art and there are times when I wish I hadn’t seen that you had mastered that long before I knew that your shape was one crafted to perfectly match mine And that you were warm and malleable and that Your heart did not deform but only perform the beats that…

My face is weeping with long streams of tears stringing down In a rainbow of colours I am crying for my lover I cry orange for his love of life and I cry pink for his sweet smell like peonies and I cry green for the new sprouting plants I watered and I cry a…

When I want to spend my daydream allowance I take a quarter to the corner gripping it all the way And my pocket has a hole in it so I don’t take the chance And I carry the mix home imagining you’re at play Rosy cheeks bursting with soft sweet marshmallow plans Snowfall on thick…