Looking

She laid next to me on the bed
With the TVs blaring around us
While I kissed the back of her neck
Hidden behind cascading black hair
And it was only too much
When my hand found the hollow of her back
Then it was time to go
And she was gone
The screens turned off
The room locked up for the day
But her face lingered
Her presence stayed
Through the veil
Back to consciousness
In a day where I’ll look for that beautiful ghost
I’ve never met
And wonder
If I woke in the world I belong in
And if she’s looking for me in hers

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

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