About your tiny toes

Touching feet

Connecting to your thin thighs

That lead to love between your legs

I want to save from all the other.

Even though you dont need saving.

I love you.

how am I going to tell my mother?

that,

I love you.

The way your smile,

Spreads across your face

Lips like

Vegan butter

Spread

Across toast

Glosses with shimmering jam.

I want to

Break my fast with you.

To wake with your spine against my belly button

Your hair tickling my nose

Sea of cyan blue across cream and green.

How am I going to tell my mother?

that.

I long to lock lips with you

In our sapphic ocean

Warm waves of unconditional

Love lapping

Like tounges against your ear in the heat of this moment closing manifest destiny between your Theighs

How am I going to tell my mother?

That

I am opposed to prop 8.