She was beautiful and fierce, soulful and sexy
singing truths with a smile and a growl that made grown women
fall to their knees in prayer.
Eyes full of fiery protest, deep and intense, yours for a moment
then looking away, as if afraid you (or she) couldn’t bear more.
She, with glossy, thick black hair that said, “I am not who you think I am, nor am I who you want me to be,”
She was there, arms etched in poetry, strong and rebellious,
and I was there…
and, as we hugged to say “thank you,” “you did a great job,” “good luck” and
“I hope to see you again sometime,”
she turned her head
so I turned mine
and we kissed -
it was accidental, halfway
but her lips tasted of communion wine
and a chorus of plaid flannel angels sang low
and lifted me up
to see the other half of heaven
I love the way you take us by the hand and lead us through your experience. You are poetic and wonderfully descriptive and the words you use paint a scene I wish I was a part of.
Thank you, love…that’s exactly what I was hoping for, to share that moment in technicolor.
Very expressive. Was that your first kiss with another woman?
No, but I’d never kissed anyone quite like her before.
Well, it shows. Excellent job at communicating. It sounds a lot like I hear many women describe their first kiss with another woman, and that’s why I asked.
delightful imagery.