me, a lesbian: women are fucking artwork.
the slope of her lower back
belly tightening when she laughs
hands that hold yours perfectly with the little thumb stroking thing
girls with superficial veins like road maps
chubby arms when she puts them around you
tall girls that tower over you and cup your face like you’re the most precious, fragile thing on earth
small girls that fit under your chin and press their nose to your throat to feel your heart race
freckles like constellations
scars, embedded with stories
tattooed girls, the stories that go into their art, tracing them tenderly as she dozes with you
stray locks of hair to be tucked behind her ear
round cheeks when she yawns
soft butts when she sits on your lap and snuggles into you
brow furrows when she concentrates