taking virginia woolf to a lesbian bar

my dear tender woolf
i want to show you what could of been
how it didn’t have to end in waves
leave the subliminal space between my head and take my hand
i’ll lead you through those old wood doors,
come take you to this dyke delight
the door cracks closed,
and in the soft new air
i think i hear your heart break
you who shielded your stories in perennial pictures of perfectly crafted men
you who wanting more than anything
to kiss her soft lips ou who let the sea take you
without a second thought
you who is enveloped in foam
and who sank down down down
and you who’s blushing now
looking shyly around
but i’m doing it again ,
meshing now and then
now you are here
then you were gone