celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day sixteen




I don’t know you.

So I reach.

I touch.

You sigh.



You kiss.

I sigh.

I melt.

I shout my release.

Sometimes you cry.


On discovery of a deeper love.

We are content.

For a lifetime of this.


I look.

You smile.

With your messy hair and wet cheeks.

I know you now.



Meg Merrillees, LLanbrynmair


Comments on: "day sixteen" (2)

  1. I love this gentle journey towards intimacy, lovely piece Meg, thanks

  2. Thanx for the dip into sheety bliss meg, lush

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