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the fine purple line: a collection of poetry

as presented at the Sigma Tau Delta Convention, March 2023

I don’t want you to pick flowers for me 

See you kill something beautiful 

So you can domesticate it 

 

I don’t want to watch you fall into the habits of your father 

And his father before him 

 

I love flowers 

But I’d rather hike to find them 

With you 

And leave them 

Where they can grow 

Wild

*

It is okay to hold her 

 

It is okay to want to hold her 

Your love may instill new fear 

It may be something you’d prefer to hide now 

So you don’t regret it later 

 

But her kiss may just be the courage you seek 

 

It may be the only thing that sparks a match 

Lights up your home 

And changes what was once ghastly  

Into beauty 

When you are ready to ask  

If you feel this yearning 

On your own 

*

She is stunning 

The most beautiful kind of enigma 

And I am unsure I am worthy 

or willing 

To fall into something  

so terrifying 

*

He gave life back to the river 

That had been dormant 

For far too long  

*

He writes me stories 

And poems 

 

He listens 

And speaks  

Like every minute is a slow drizzle 

Time never fleeting 

 

He is gentle 

And soft 

 

He is beautiful 

And kind 

 

We take baths 

And have wine nights 

 

And I love him 

Because he is okay with being feminine 

Because he reminds me 

of everything I love  

about Women 

*

He showed me what it was like to stand on the edge of something 

And want to take in the view 

Instead of jump off 

*

There are few like her 

She enters the room and everyone stares 

A lovely, impatient disaster 

 

Nonetheless, I crave her  

The way she caresses light 

The way her smile demands attention 

While she passes through society  

Whimsical and longing 

For a love that may be damning 

 

And still her eyes hold me 

Daunting 

Asking 

For me to return the favor 

*

our love scares those who will never understand  

how it feels to love in doorways 

to only hold each other in the daylight  

streaming through our windows 

to feel comforted by a body that mirrors your own 

 

not in name 

or religion 

or pain 

but in the way their body fits your anatomy 

the way their experiences show you how much you’ve endured 

and the stories they tell that sound a lot like your internal trials 

 

so I will love who I love 

and it may be a secret for now 

but some day 

my people  

will be able to wear their love  

outwardly 

Proud. 

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