Lesbians

I saw her in her confusionAnd doubt and insecurityI saw her in her darknessAn embryo of fearNaked and alone I held her in my wombHealed some hurts with my heartBut she never trustedAnd never let me give to herFreely She damaged my loveRobbed me of my desireWarped me into painful questioningHer ferocious, primal unquenchable thirstBleeding…

I marvel at our capacity to feel so much for so long and then in a heartbeat, it’s gone. Nothing left but the cold, black numbness of indifference. If it’s meant to be a layer of protectiveness, a thing that kicks in for self-preservation, then I will embrace it. My skin is not so tough…