Queering Nature Dee Words
Prince Georges County, MD
@deewriteswords
ISSUE 3 - QUEER LOVE
buzz.
As the bee floats to the nectar,
instinctively,
I am drawn to you
for what you offer me.
Something so sweet
that it brings out
what is best and most fruitful in me,
and in return I share with you.
We defy nature’s natural order,
we disrupt
the ecosystem.
Is it possible that you do not
see me as I see you?
Impossible:
the tingle in my chest
like a constant buzz,
humming,
drowning out anything,
silencing everything,
quells any doubt.
I am swarming,
my hive has space for
me, for you,
my heart has space for us.
let the keeper keep us and
call it home.
butterflies.
I see now why
they call them butterflies:
when hearts spread
open as wide as wings,
there is nothing more exciting
than those feelings,
like a gentle flutter in the breeze.
a knowing gaze that lasts
a moment too long;
the tremors that stem from
the curiosity of a new touch,
ignite the flight within me.
bloom.
deft fingers reach out
tentatively,
caressing soft petals,
careful not to crush.
gingerly,
tenderly,
with restraint.
gently tracing curves, edges,
rough patches.
but we are not flowers,
we are the fertilizer
for love stories
still untold,
future gardens
yet to bloom.
everything that lives
can decompose
to breath fresh life
into the new ground we lay.
where there are two hearts
that beat,
there is room for love
to blossom.
bomb.
when it blows up in your face,
when it shatters you to the core,
when you are blinded by a flash of light,
when you hear the deafening roar.
when your body tears from top to bottom,
when you’re a casualty of war,
when the words you exchange leave you burnt crisp from their flames,
that, my love, is amor.
bittersweet.
if you don't allow
bitterness to spoil
the taste of memories,
then they can remain
as sweet years later
as they were at the
peak of their season.
don't spit out the names
of past lovers, instead
let them fall gently into
the basket carrying the
fruits of your labors:
life lessons, experiences,
growth.