Month: March 2023

Poems

Why Does The Queen?

Why does the queen

not sit on the throne?

The queen sits on a carpet

on the floor

with plebeians, peasants,

monks, witches, and shamans.

Why does the queen

not send armies into war

like the king?

The queen sends spices

and fruits to the villages

so the people can

make their food.

She sends instruments

so they can make music

to celebrate life

and lament their dead.

And wood so they can

warm their hearths.

Why does the queen

not take a king?

The queen makes other

queens.

History has had kings

enough.

Poems

In The Shower With The Future

In the shower in my hotel room

in Bangkok,

I listen to The Flaming Lips

“In The Morning Of The Magicians”.

It’s morning here and I’m getting

prepared to meet the CEO of

my company in an hour.

As the soft, warm water pours

down my silky skin,

and as I feel the song more and

more,

I begin to daydream of a woman

whom I’m falling in love with.

I start imagining how incredible

it would be to wake up with them

on a morning, every morning.

Then I just start crying out of joy

and tenderness.

Deep, soulful crying.

It’s like I can’t believe this

would be possible,

maybe not with the woman I was

daydreaming of.

I still believe morning moments

like that will happen.

I feel the depth, joy, and pain

of the future and of waiting for

the future,

and am thankful for

that spiritual moment in the shower

with that song.

Poems

The Other Side Of The World

I flew to the complete other side

of the world.

After two days there, I was able

to find something I’d been looking for

for 5 months in my home town.

That’s love and attention from

another woman.

To be touched. To touch.

To be savored. To savor.

To push gently. To be pushed upon gently.

To trust and give into. To surrender.

To take and do. To lesbian top…

in a tender, passionate, servant way.

A 23 year old Japanese university student,

based here in Bangkok,

with a sweet American girl name,

a self avowed domme (and a damn good one)

… this is who took my breath away

and made me cum my brains out from

sucking my tits and spanking my ass.

The journey and the waiting were worth it.

What is it that comes to those who wait?

Poems

Those That Won’t Change

She didn’t love me
the way I needed…
The way I wanted to be loved.
She couldn’t.
Didn’t have the ability.
She could if she changed.
But she won’t change.
That would take too much
work, vulnerability, and humility.
So she deludes life and
eschews love.
She doesn’t care.
There are a lot of other people
who live like her.
Likely someone reading this poem
right now.
I think it’s sad, but I guess
it’s really very human for people
to be afraid of change,
and afraid of love.
To love is to risk losing love
or risk not receiving love.
I’ll take that risk.
And I’m proud I will.

Poems

Lesbian Witch

She is the first lesbian witch

who I have known.

Who I have loved.

Wanted very much so.

But I will never touch her.

For principle.

For reasons.

For learnings.

For loving my soul.

For loving

her soul and

our soul.

This soul.

The perimeter is everything.

Cast out everywhere.

Radiation. Reverberance.

Joy. Patience.

Acceptance how things are.

This is the kind of magic

that a lesbian witch weaves.

This is a spiritual love poem

that only high Sapphic love

could write.

So there, now I touch all

the women I love

… so holy, holy, holy.