#queer writere

When you’re gone the poems come, Words forming tendrils of golden light Reaching out to close our distance, And ease the aching in my chest. The cords that bind us have become taught, And I cannot help but tug against The fear that blankets our expanse, space Your warmth leaves behind on my skin. Let us not come undone, please Keep me in your heart. Let me be A gentle daydream and…