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I’ve never met anyone whose frame fit mine as well as yours. He was heavy and full of force, crushing my organs and bones. She, round and soft, Cut herself, sadly, on the sharpness of my jaw. You, I could wrap my arms around. You, I could raise into the air if I’d wanted to share the rooftop view. You, were a kiss I never tired of. You ate a hole in my universe Through which you then disappeared
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Cycling home in the cold, thinking (I love you I love you I love you) of warm thick tights and tall dark boots (I love you I love you I love you) replaying the sound of your voice in my head (don’t fade don’t fade don’t fade) watching stars and breathing in the night (I’m alive you’re alive we’re alive) arriving at work the next day with a casual smile on my face (your face your face your face) they ask what I’ve been up to, who I’ve been with (my g-, my girl-, my girlf-, my girlfriend) I can’t say, won’t say, not until I know if it’s okay But you should know, that day, you made my day as you do now, every day.
hi! I am sorry to bother you. I'm new to sapphic tumblr and just made a blog (@poetrybywlw) can I please have a promo? stay lovely 💗
https://poetrybywlw.tumblr.com ❤
All I need is this, you and I. Water neck high; confined, womb like. Candle light on a quiet night.
can we submit our own sapphic poetry here or would you prefer it just be your own poetry?
This specific blog is for my own poetry.
Feel free to submit your sapphic work to @sapphic-art though! I co-own that blog and we love submissions. 💋
They ask me about my orientation, I say I'm very disoriented. They ask me about my hopes & dreams; I say she stars in all of them.
Hey! I just started a wlw book club over at sapphicliterature, and it will be a discord channel that’s a safe space for all wlw (trans women included too of course) where each month we will read and discuss a book with wlw in it. And, everyone who joins will get free ebooks of the books we’re reading in October and November! it would mean a lot if you could spread the word so people could join :D (all additional info can be found on @sapphicliterature blog)
Oh nice! ❤
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She wears her softest wool sweater and I say, you are the epitome of cozy. Her embrace warms me inside and out. We go on long walks and return with leaves and acorns. They go on our altar, by the sweet-scented candles. Cranberry, cinnamon, vanilla, apple, we've collected them all. In the mornings we burn incense to cleanse the house. At night we snuggle on soft blankets and drink cocoa from ceramic mugs. The cold goes through each of us, until even the cat starts sneezing. I decide to learn more about natural remedies, drinking ginger-honey tea as if my life depends on it. She wears her hair in a perfect big bun and I wear crystals on a cord around my neck. To be frank, I never liked autumn very much. The cold bites me to the bone and the wind robs me of my voice too often. This year though, I might be able to face it. As long as I'm holding her warm hand.
a sapphic autumn
This is my first autumn with a witchy girlfriend, and I intend to fully appreciate every moment of it.
to be continued
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soft sapphic things
Leaving little notes with sweet & supportive messages in random places for each other.
When she brushes your hair and keeps asking ‘Am I hurting you?’ but you’re the opposite of hurt.
Playing with her hair, because it’s so soft and pretty.
Reading fairytales to each other. Best of all, queer fairytales.
Discovering that you have the same bra size when you accidentally put on one of hers - then having a laugh about it.
Doing silly dances in the living room. Bonus points if the cat joins in.
Taking lavender foam baths and washing each other’s hair.
Putting on green face masks and then taking funny selfies together.
She lights scented candles whenever you come over.
When you’re using her as a soft pillow and she’s using you as a soft blanket.
When you wake up from a nightmare and she’s already awake and ready to comfort you.
Complimenting each other on how nice your hair smells.
Singing along to songs you both like and automatically dividing the harmonies without even having to discuss it.
Knowing each other’s anxiety triggers and being mindful of them + taking extra good care of each other whenever one isn’t doing well.
Reminding each other to take your medication.
There’s always some hair getting in the way of your kisses, ALWAYS, so you just laugh about it.
When she's been ill for a few days so you cycle through the cold winter night to bring her fresh groceries.
Introducing her to Sappho’s poetry.
Getting ‘friendship necklaces’ together, the type where each of you wears one half of a heart, because you don’t feel whole until you’re together.
When she gives you a little kiss on your forehead, and then another one, and then more, because she just can’t stop.
When you say Good Night and close your eyes preparing to sleep, and then you feel her hand taking yours, like she can’t sleep without the reassurance of feeling you beside her.
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When someone tags a poem of mine as ‘relationship goals’, that’s a huuuge compliment. ☺
A big Thank You to all who have reblogged any of my poems!
Have a great (gay) day! ♥♥♥♥
‘Witch,’ they used to shout at me. I’d cover my green hair with a large hood and quicken my pace. ‘Witch,’ they’d say, when I made the milk carton splash all over the table or caught a wild mouse in my hands and set it free outside. Witch, witch, bitch. The words followed me around. Until I met you. Your hair, brighter than mine. Your coat, darker than the night. You don’t listen to what strangers have to say. You dance to your own tune. Last night we painted stars on our faces and made our way through town, holding hands, fearless. By your side, I am proud to be a witch.
When I think of her I think of hair that shines even without the sun; I think of her soft skin, so delicate under my finger tips; the power of her voice & the soothing rhythm of her breathing. I think of the way her hand holds mine, making me feel safe; the crooked shape of her smile, as if she's always one step ahead of everyone else. I think of the way my heart seems to burst from indescribable emotions when I press my face to her skin, my head fitting in the nook of her arm, her fingers stroking my temples, my ears, my cheeks, my lips, sending tingles to my spine, and my eyes feel moist and it's a good kind of cry. I think of cats with soft bellies; singing on long car rides; taking bites of sweet apple rings out of her hands; dancing in muddy grass; bumping into each other; her long arms making me do pirouettes; the space she cleared in her cabinet just for my things; the freshly squeezed orange juice and handwritten notes on the fridge. When I think of her, I get this strange sensation like being overwhelmed, and when I'm away I miss her. When I think of her I know she thinks of me, because she tells me all the time. And I'm still not sure how I got so lucky to have found her, and what makes her want to be with me; and maybe all of this means that love does exist and I have found it - does it matter, what are words? Thinking of her is one of my favourite ways to spend my time, but the very best thing is when I no longer need to think at all, because that's when I'm WITH her, beside her, and I have everything.
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Hi! I just started a literary magazine for sapphic women and I am encouraging sapphic women to submit fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and art. Would you mind letting your followers know about it? It's called Sapphix Magazine and more information can be found at sapphixmagazine(.)tumblr(.)com
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I can never relate to all those couple clichés: the same boring kiss every time they come home from work; the Facebook spam of baby photos; His & Hers mugs, pillows, toothbrushes, everything; the blueprints for future houses; the make-up/break-up sex. I couldn’t relate, for the longest time. It was the loneliest time. What a cliché then, but also, how new. To lie next to her and hear her fall asleep. To order secret gifts for her because I know her well. To play games with her family and let them tease me all they want. To warm each other’s hands and complain of freezing legs. To read her texts sneakily during work, and beam whenever I get the chance to talk about her. Everything happens so fast, yet it all makes sense. Joined Christmas cards, an album for all our cat pictures, exchanging house keys - Hers & Hers? I’m so ready, more ready than I’ve ever been. Because I’ve met this girl, and I swear this one’s for keeps.
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Can non-wlw follow? I'm a pan trans dude and I just love poetry but if y'all don't want me round I'll respect that
I really appreciate you asking, and I personally don't think it's a problem. I think it would be more of an issue for blogs that are more specifically focused on advice/support for wlw, especially for young wlw, as those are meant as safe spaces and it's important that those exist. But this blog is a place for me to share my poetry, so I take it as a compliment when people enjoy reading it. ✿