|cat lover | book nerd|
PolygonsOn loving two women at the same time:Polygons by moonfreak
First of all, get them to know each other.
They both hold a part of your heart or
the whole thing, equally, each with a hand.
You have two hands for holding,
two eyes for seeing for seeing their beauty
as you bend both of your knees at the altar of their lips.
They don’t even need to like each other but it would be great if they did.
Especially because there are a lot of board games
you need three or more people to play
and it’s easier to remember where you lost your keys
when there’s more people who might have seen you put them away.
Second: do not feel the need to justify yourself.
Do not feel the need to explain yourself.
You are not the slut you were named.
What is a slut, anyway?
Just another person because
I posit that everyone’s got to live their life
in some kind of way
and they don’t all need to be the same.
So, instructionally, I have to say:
Have lots of sex with everyone you love—
have more than one b
SpectrumMy name is five letters long but even soSpectrum by moonfreak
it is exactly half vowels
(you know, and sometimes Y).
in addition there’s the symmetry of five
letters in each of my names,
and you might suggest my satisfaction with these commonalities
means I have OCD,
that illness is less common than you think it to be
but you’re convinced there’s something wrong with me.
That twitch in my hand,
the fidget in my feet,
it must be anxiety.
You have an herbal remedy,
a series of breathing exercises,
anything to make me breathe,
you’re remembering to breathe, right?
Why don’t you look me in the eyes?
Did it really take you three years to realize
your lover’s were green brown gold?
How didn’t she leave you if you were too broken to look at her
doesn’t she need someone to hold?
You don’t let anyone touch.
Over-sensitized, and you feel too much.
Hold her face in your hands and look on repeat.
Repeat yourself I didn’t
Holy GroundI used to think God was in dust motes.Holy Ground by moonfreak
To me there was nothing more spiritual
than a stripe of sunlight through the window
illuminating the invisible.
Churches were holy places
inspiring my wonder to believe
but it got a little more complicated
when I had to eat the body and drink of his son:
I thought Jesus just turned water into wine,
not the blood of my covenant,
always thicker than the water of my womb.
Aren’t the most important things what you get to choose?
I’ve always been one to look for answers.
I couldn’t settle for predestination—
it must all be answered through meditation!
Travel all the way around the world
just to settle my skepticism.
But karma is only a great concept for the pious,
A little less so for those of us who tripped on a root,
fell down the rabbit hole
and ended up in Wonderland.
It’s hard to make decisions
when there’s smoke clouding your vision
And I’m not sure judgment on the turn of the wheel
is really any differen