I’m five poems in and I have no idea what to write.
Everything seems so prose in essence making this also a potential cross-dresser poem
These literary texts now wolves in poetic sheep’s clothing with
Full sentences and rhymes and rhythms that seem to lack…
Rhyme or reason.
All of it because I want to sum it all up-
The struggles you and I have already had,
the promise we have,
the feelings I know now,
the person I’m becoming,
that smile you get when you are so excited,
or our Pokemon themed, honesty founded, midnight-rendezvous-to-care-for-our-mutual-friend filled, tightly bound, emotionally held, adventurous, dangerous, and, ultimately, beautiful thing that we have going on.
So here I am,
five poems in.
But transvestite prose now becomes more as I realize
That all of this will pass
And maybe I shouldn’t write a poem at all
and go blow bubbles instead.
