Exciting the Sappho Inside Me

god i’m hopeless
and i’m dying
(well, we both are)
so i’m trying
to muster up that courage
and tell her all those wicked thoughts
i’ve been entertaining in my day-dreams—

her and i indulging
in a Sapphic way of life:
just calm and cooler,
scent and sweet,
peach-flesh against
two ripening lips

it’s become an obsession,
it grips hold of me tighter
the harder i try
to keep fighting against it—
i tell myself that there’s no other answer:
just succumb to the rosy-fingered pleasure

maybe, if she can stand me,
and i am brave enough,
and sober,
i can retreat
to that foreign isle of hers
and drown myself
over&over.

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