Posted in [poetry]

wild love [poem]

the first time I come out as polyamorous
I’m only loud about it in safe spaces
surrounded by my family of quirky friends
and a community of weirdos
used to self exploration leading down
the winding uncut paths often overlooked

the eleventh time I come out as polyamorous
I’ve got a system in place
I know how to time it just right
give someone this new word to explain
the pieces of my backstory
they suddenly find fitted together in
an unfamiliar pattern

the forty fifth time I come out as polyamorous
it’s mostly an afterthought
as I realize my effort to flirt is brushed off
my married status confused with monogamy
as if I belong to anyone but myself
I paint a wild love across my lips
and beg him to kiss it off

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s