Salt and Comfort
I look into her eyes
Autumn-morning, wake-up eyes
Pain and joy, love and shame, fear and beauty and self-hate
all at once
Filling my heart, spilling out my eyes,
Tears staining the pillow that is
The crook of her arm.
Why do I love this woman
If it's wrong
Evil,
Why is it so comforting
To feel things for another woman?
This woman
With whom I share secret rampages
Born of so-called "evil".
Does God still love me?
Will He always take care of me?
Because, no matter what,
I do love this woman.
It's not just pleasure
Not just lust
And no one who has not
Felt what I feel
Can ever understand.
Whenever I am with her
I am beautiful
Powerful
Spiritual
Holy
And then some.
And that's not even
When we are touching.
Whenever I see her
I know
She is mine
And I am hers
And I will not repent because of this "sin".
Because I am in love.
A Love that is encompassed
Of all-consuming grace.
How can this be wrong?
Love is never wrong.
Hate is wrong.
Hate and judgement
Made by those
Who will never understand.
Content once more, I
Nestle into
Her softly calling arms
Smelling of salt and comfort
And there is no sorrow and there is no pain.
And we are both stronger
Because of it.
Notes: As I'm no longer Christian (I've been Wiccan for the past six years or so), I wasn't sure if this was really an appropriate piece for me to write. However, I grew up Christian and bi for most of my life, and I had many of these same feelings. While this poem is not based on any of my experiences, it is pulled directly from my feelings. Before you flame, just think for a minute about how much I don't give a damn. Before you try to convert me or act sad at my chosen path, please remember that it took me seventeen years to figure out who I was, and a story review or email isn't about to sway me in the slightest. However, if you TRULY feel the need to attempt to convert or rant or yell, go right on ahead. I' pretty much impervious anyway.
May the Divine Powers (by whatever name you wish to call Them) guide you on your chosen path.
Blessed Be.