To Know What It Is (At My Queerest Self)
Zyen Smoot
To know what it is to love him
To know what it is
To feel the touch of all hands and all fingertips
And only one makes you lift your eyelids
To know what it is
To explore kaleidoscopes of visions: unclear
To blink at the brink of falling and then feel your atmosphere
To know what is
I’ve touched mountains, baby
Across the planes of the earth
I felt the soil of my skin bloom through the water droplets of you
Oh, to know what it is
To run across sirens in the revolution of your kiss I will be gladly arrested
To know what it is
Unbounded by scientists or what they call chemistry
Too long to put into a book, but so many definitions we make with each look
Something like a faith
Not initially making sense but putting a soul to your face you were heaven sent
Something like a wineglass surrounded by centuries of declarations soaking up words til I sip and taste it and know
Oh, I know
I’ll walk across you again
In scents, in visuals, in colors, an experience
To know what it is
I know what it is
To love her