when the tear in my heart pulls
apart like saltwater taffy I wind
myself around my own ring
finger. The love in my heart is not
for your genitalia but oh god
I do love the fullness of your phallus.
I steal the slick silk of your labia
to parade your hip crest with my tongue.
The love in my heart is a bad
bitch, a sovereign queen; it stretches
strong strands of sea salt taffy to sink
my teeth in, to mold and stick
loosely to my grooved feminist palate
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Stacia Thompson is a queer poet who lives on a greenway in Charlotte, NC. She muses on themes of love, nature, justice, and sexuality. This is her first published poem!
