Portrait of a Lady: A Poem

portrait of a lady 

bury my hands in your hair 

luscious and thick and 

flowing like your skin 

creamy and soft and 

glowing like your face 

smiling and open and 

warm like your body 

slide my palm down your thigh 

tear off the last piece of fabric that divides us 

press my body into yours 

soft and full 

like your mouth on mine 

my tongue on yours 

our bodies are a tangled beautiful heap 

you are the closest you’ve ever been 

and somehow it’s still not enough 

your hands all over my body 

i press against you 

tingles, sparks, 

they jump, 

they zing all up my limbs and skin and soul 

my god, so much skin 

it is beautiful 

i know your body now 

i know by memory, by the tips of my fingers 

and when we kiss we are two and then one 

and our two bodies are one 

and we are together and we are forever and we are now 

and we will never end 

and my fingers lead right into yours and then right back to mine and we are a

maze of pleasure and sensations and love 

and then i know that i love you because there is no other way 

i know that i love you because you are 

in this moment we are 

i am, you are, me 

and everything becomes us 

until the bedroom door SWINGS open and my mother 

screams 

cries 

shock

horror 

a girl, 

a girl 

two girls 

in one 

one girl 

with another 

you are a memory again

and my body craves for

you 

Anonymous Submission, for the Trans Solidarity Fundraiser

• ASHOKA UNIVERSITY
• Trans Solidarity Fundraiser