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love lines

parade

By Chelsea CloughPublished 4 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

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

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Chelsea Clough

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