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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

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