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.
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