Tally

Drunk upon love from sour-fruit
‘Tis time to still the chalice
Or press on til the dawn

As the glimmerings of the morn
Will reveal what has been wrought

And the tally of the night
None shall know the count
For one or many matter not
When forbidden offerings are freely given
And guzzled without cost

©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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