I awake in darkness
my eyes slowly adjusting
visions in the shadows and light
dancing across the walls
time that is still
in the silence, my sigh
the only hint of the moment just nigh
my thoughts, a series of consecutive photographs
taking me back to last night
the memories coming hard and fast
i swallow, my tongue feels rasped
against my teeth, my lips parched
thinking about our kiss
at that bar on the smoking deck
all of the chatter
that mostly doesnt matter
muffled in the hum of conversation
her flirty smile, albeit unknowing
me discussing i always get crushes on hetero chicks
yeah she just need to ditch the dicks i say
thats my mantra
its like the reverse of a man whos gay
always chasing the straight ones
i cant explain it, i dont know where to begin
she looked at me strange then leaned in
it was a kiss so soft and warm, it could melt butter
after a few more drinks, a dance and a trip to the ladies toilet
we proceeded to the beach
girls with girls
everything but also nothing
we wading in the shoreline
the ocean lapping at the hem of her skirt
sipping her, languid and forlorn
and me remembering why i was born
to speak out, speak up for all
the lesbians, dykes and in betweens
left in someones abyss
adrift and dissolving
we are not your problem
someones sister, friend or daughter
a lesbian drinking her in like water
then so long my dear, my petal
like a love note encased in metal
sea scapes, seaweed
then we bleed , our souls free
to just be...... you and me....
i dont want to change her
but her heart is worthy for a girl like myself
she could come my way or do it in stealth
her secrets and lies, all in disguise
left in a whisper, when i finally kissed her
goodbye and farewell
sorry for my future mistakes
sorry if im being too fake
and now just laying here alone in the dark
knowing we are apart
i check the time, its half past nine
the following night
and im just hoping i got it right
amidst all the clamour
the smiles, the dancing, the glamour
to be forever in her dreams
to let you know what i mean
a girl a lady, with instinct
supplied just for her to rethink
and choose without fear, or judgement or certainty
you will see my friend freedom comes at a cost,
and is more often than not......
priceless

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