My eyes met a screen
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"the Color Purple"
fields of lavender flowers, a woman in a red dress.
My mouth may have watered.
My insides may have ached.
Things you want your whole life
knowing this is what you long for, but
not how to get it.
Scenes of women kissing women
fetishes of lesbian erotica
high school parties
the way it becomes mainstream, the way it
becomes acceptable, but
not the same.
Not truly capturing, not getting, not true...
Until I sit in front of a mirror
and think to kiss it.
A reflection of myself, something simple
not erotic or flashy. Not what it was.
Just a deep longing never fully realized.
Always waiting, always feeling the mold
They don't show you what it is,
they show you something you can't live up to.
And you you never make a move,
you're still, motionless. In wonder
of what exactly to do.
In front of a mirror,
I just want to touch a reflection of myself.
someday could be today...