someone who knows
i am someone who knows what it's like
to feel that burning in the back of your throat when you hear someone you know
say those god damned words:
"i don't agree with it"
"not around my children"
"hate the sin, love the sinner"
i am no sinner, no more than you.
my flesh wrapped tightly around another woman
is as godly
is as heavenly as any church
my screaming fire for those soft cheekbones
gentle, healing, christlike touches
all from a woman's fingertips
that is my religion.
i am someone who knows god
because she is in every lesbian i know.
This poem is about:
Me
My community