LGBTQ+ Poem: mariposa, by Montana Woodman-Matthews

I didn’t recognize the feeling,
Of wanting without hurting,
Of desire without dread,
Of peace without the screaming,
That waits around the corner.
Like punishment for lust.
I knew me and him felt wrong,
Didn’t know me and her could equal “us”.
I thought that the calm meant,
There was a lack of butterflies,
But they’re pink and waiting patiently,
For me to look into her eyes.

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