In late summer festal
With wildflower crown upon her hair
We twirled under glittering stars
While lightning bugs traced drifting arcs

Smiles poured from us
To bathe each other’s smoldering embers
Fuel for the wet, unquenchable flames
That threatened to consume us there

With my tired head on her shoulder at the close
Her fingers traced gentle lines along my neck
I snuggled closer
And I was home

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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