Instructions On How To Love Me.

a sapphic poem written by a bi girl

I want to kiss a girl,

watch her melt in front of me,

so that I can scoop her up

and drink her in.

She is like the sun.

My favorite hour of the day,

I want to live in her heart

in just enough space to share

because she isn’t all mine,

I could never be so selfish.

I could, however, appreciate art.

I hold no claim,

that land won’t be colonized,

designated holy ground only.

I want to hold her

and let her know that it’s going to be okay.

That love exists because I stare it in the face.

Smiling with those teeth that shine

and cheeks that rose.

I want to kiss a girl.

The curve of a hip,

smelling sweet,

skin woven by silkworms,

tasting like my favorite vanilla ice cream.

I hold no claim.