Fairy Perfume

 

This Queer Body aches & shakes &

begs to be touched — bides its time,

longing for your Fairy Perfume.

 

Pale skin and rib bones—

skinnier than they want;

standing on toes to kiss—

taller than expected.

 

Sunken chest dotted with hair;

long fingers & muscular calves;

feet too big to share shoes.

 

Big ears & unkempt brows,

pierced through with iron.

 

Quietly waiting, I feel myself &

the air is thick with Fairy Perfume.

 

Hands gripping narrow hips,

fingernails that leave marks,

halfmoons of your desire.

 

Teeth & tongues lust across skin,

those blazing hungry eyes

searching for me at twilight.

 

You hold This Queer Body &

so like our bed flooded in

tears—

 

I am drowned in Fairy Perfume.

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This poem originally appeared in Queerlings Magazine vol. 5:, pg. 29. You can read the issue here.