lesbian; the word of god
make me a promise
of mud and cotton;
not pretty, but solid.
promise our evergreen violets;
we will defend them with our lives,
swords and shields and kisses between girls.
The sun is soft and warm
and so are her hands;
her laugh is magic, a lyre playing in the wind.
i sing a hymn of her flannel shirt
and all that is beneath it,
something ethereal and wild.
the blood of the covenant pours,
and together we make a promise
that they cannot ever take apart.