The Journey

so this is tickled, fresh girl

blush. this is the rush of

  reddening cheeks and cool

fingers pressing. at once

undressing and layering

shame but knowing my

own name this time, show-

  ing our face.

i become unlaced by you,

blooming colour, moved

by your tendency to stroke

me where it last hurt and

soothe the pain away.

today

i am a boything, soft and

comfortable. previous self

now undiscoverable, long-

ing for newness.

tomorrow,

peach babe, short name,

catchy sweet tooth.

we are you. fairy god,

another strong candidate

for authentic soul. i will

grow old, become other

again, my fluidity a

  celebration,

  my queer heart

intact.