lady Sappho, my love
speak to me of your longing
of your ache,
of the forbidden desire that you feel pulsing through your veins.
tell me stories of how your body awakened when you first saw her
how the slightest touch transformed you,
how you came alive.
teach me,
how to conceal these fireworks erupting inside of me,
how to hide the forest fire of passion that is tearing me apart,
how to survive in a world bent on destroying me.
instruct me on how to hide in plain sight,
so that they will think my desperate longing,
my insomnia,
my melancholy,
was for the boy next door,
and not the girl,
sleeping in my room.
