Fluidity (poem)

If woman was not created

To be loved,

Wholeheartedly and purely,

Why am I here?

Am I not allowed

To not have her and hold her,

To embrace beautiful imperfections

And kiss her like it shall be my last?

Travel to Venus

And run along her clouds?

Am I not to love the ambiguity,

The spectrum?

The femme fatale

To the strong stone?

To kiss every dip,

Every curve,

Every inch?

Thank Sappho for

My beloved,

Whoever she may be?

To be hers

And her mine?

To raise a family with her?

To smile with her in the early morning

Hearing the pitter-patter of little feet,

Hold our little ones with her?

To spoil our pets together?

To have a garden of lilies

And roses

And carnations,

Cosmos?

To grow old and grey

And watch old TV shows

And smile wistfully at the years

Gone by?

Ah,

My dream.

A dream to dream

To reality.

And if man was not created

For the same purpose,

Why am I here?

To adore him and love him,

Kiss away his fears

And silent tears,

To pull him close and whisper

I love you?

To tell him his vulnerabilities are mine,

We are one?

To allow my hands

To map out every line

Every muscle

Every heartbeat?

To not care that he

Doesn’t look like

A model from one of those

Chanel perfume ads?

So long as we

Are together,

Are unified.

Am I wrong for wanting

A family,

To wake up at his side

Beneath a gentle sun,

To hear the laughter of

Our children,

And watch them grow

Big and strong?

To become elderly

And silver-haired,

Hands intertwined?

A full life for me.

Why choose who

Takes my hand in love and life?

To choose is to close myself off

From opportunities with many,

To love stories that I

Will have etched in heart?

Why close my heart

To a woman if the world says to?

Why confine my love to a woman

If I too love men just as ionately?

If I am with one, I must be one way.

Why?

I am myself,

An ever-changing enigma

And only I can say who I am.

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