By Beck Guerra Carter
“we are in a world that is not ours. what do we do with the / dreams that touch our consciousness in the nude each night?” -Tatiana de la Tierra, “Dreaming of Lesbos”
We are free
from sin.
If our bodies
are meant
for burning,
it is only
the torch
of touch.
Bless these
bodies. Bless
your mouth
which is
necessary
and mine.
Bless me,
Butch and
handsome.
Bless you,
and all
Femme
daddies.
Praise
Sappho,
our mother
and the mother
-land
we share.
Our bed
is an island.
A sanctuary.
A church
where all
our kind
can come.
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Beck Guerra Carter (they/she) is a nonbinary lesbian poet from Austin, Texas. They are an MFA candidate at Texas State University. Beck has been published in Lavender Review, the lickety~split, and elsewhere. Their life is more than a list of failures and accomplishments. So is yours.
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