Your scent still lingers,
mixed with mine,
it smells divine.
holding you close,
warm,
i want to kiss and hug
roll around
sleep in the same bed
buck naked and just
rest in your warmth.
Do you ever see flashes
of parts of your life
that make you happy
that make you smile.
I love remembering these things
some are isolated incidents
like the time someone honked at us
when we were kissing on the side of the road.
Other times they're reoccurring
like your smile
when you kiss me gently
and I kiss you again and again
because I can't believe how much I love you.
Sometimes I just wanna brag
tell people
me and this guy we're close
we care about each other.
We do intimate things
like kissing
and someday
we'll do intimate things
like taxes.
Got an angel by my side
kiss him once
twice
thrice
a hundred times.
Tracing circles on my skin
makes me smile all the time
he dressed up in my clothes
i took his and did the same
just fun
we love to have fun.
Movie marathons
lost in kisses
and his heartbeat
sounds against my ear
his hand running through my hair.
My love
my dear
my love.
Cool and dark night
weaving back and forth
stumbling like drunken mice
so filled with happy.
Arms wrapped around
so warm in the cold
smudged makeup
giggles and laughter.
Words said
for all to hear
(i love you)
I want warmth
and happiness
and love.
I can feel it
on the tip of my fingers
with you.
But I'm too cowardly
and too scared
to tell you
how much I care.
You could leave me.
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Literature
Lovesong for a Gay Transman
If it wasn't for those words,
you would have never seen me again.
But you said,
exactly what i needed you to say.
You called me gay,
not in an offensive way,
you called me a guy,
and you said it with complete sincerity.
If that hadn't happened,
I wouldn't have seen you the next week,
and when we hugged goodbye,
I couldn't bring myself to let go,
but neither could you.
There is no proof Beowulf isn't a robot by JamesKebechet, literature
Literature
There is no proof Beowulf isn't a robot
Sometimes I think
our brains are similar
like with some anxiety
and happiness.
I feel you understand me
and you are helpful
I hope I help you
I really do.
I don't know what my future will be like
I never really know
But thinking about recent times past
I feel good about the future.
I look forward to enjoying certain moments
As I have in the past.
Lying in bed
Playing a worn out video game console
In my binder and shorts
Then having the controller thrown to the side
And laughing
Because everything is so crazy happy
And confusing and emotional.
It's fucking amazing.