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

day nineteen


By Majikle


The white rose

you gave me

the day I left you

in our gypsy wagon

is rusting at the petal tips.

Cells of mortal memories

Are always called to this.

You wanted our developing

To end when I pushed

You away

And now you want me

To return

Because I’ve got your back

But plucked it was

By your fair hand and

I’m not sure I understand

How our soft start

Accelerated already to this?


Comments on: "day nineteen" (2)

  1. journey of the heart

  2. The cruelty of push me pull me bumpy journeys of the heart!

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