Post the Third 2 or Sometimes all you need is a love poem


Like the scent of orchids


Like the whisper of baby’s breath



Sometimes I wonder why I love you

And remember the feel of your palm

As it moves up the inside of my


My breath catching


Like the way your lips travel

Around my navel

Causing thoughts of oceans to



Like losing myself your crevices

Trying to come up for air

But sinking deeper into the folds

Of your love

Sometimes the distances

Seem so insurmountable

The bridge between us

So narrow

A drop more perilous then


But still

You open to me

Allow yourself to be

Vulnerable for me

Let me hold your heart

In my own flawed


To murmur sweet words

And study the road maps to the

Core of who you


Sometimes all you need

is a love poem

Sometimes all you need

is that kind word

to remember your greatness

And sometimes all you need

are dreams and fairy tales

to survive


Most of the time

I need something more solid

Like the weight of your body pressed

Over mine

Or milk and honey spoon

fed under moon


Or that one time I had an asthma attack

And you came rushing

Held me close to your chest

And with your kiss

Made my heart


Sometimes I wonder

Why you love me

Then I write a love poem

And remember

About witchymorgan

I'm a 22 year old womanist, sex positive, pansexual, polyamorous, queer, bruja, transwoman. Social justice activist by day, social justice activist by night. Fun! View all posts by witchymorgan

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