We could go on a date.
We could go to the garden
Where the water is sweet
And look at the flowers
I’ll bring a book with all their names
So we can watercolor on their categories
And replace their Latin names with Indigenous ones-
I don’t know much of my grandmother’s tongue
So all the flowers will be named
Don’t you know that I miss you
Did you ever tell anyone that we kissed?
New York City is so lonely
And there’s not many gardens
Or secret bicycle trails that lead to forbidden creeks.
I’m so glad that I met you
I’m so glad that we kissed
And maybe let’s go on a date
Because femme love is a never ending ocean, not a destination, but a source of life that pulls you in, and though I know I will never have you, because you are too magic, too brown, too femme, to become a possession, I will also never stop loving you.
You changed my life.
I will name this flower
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