Poetry

I wonder if my love
can ever be enough for you?
Or if you can only live
inside the kind of freedom
that begins to make me nervous.

We keep having these beautiful days
And I’m waiting for the penny to drop
I look at you and my body aches
Wondering if this will ever stop.

You fill my head up and we meditate
Peaceful moments amid a hectic place.
Thoughts drifting to the future, I can’t wait
My soul next to yours, your lips on my face.

This moment gets bigger, my doubts start to shake
You meet my parents, we have breakfast for four
Laid in bed in the morning, watching you wake
Small things I could never imagine before.

The drop never comes, the stop never starts
I’ve opened my life, you’ve opened my heart.

there's a a cold in the salon
that I don't feel anywhere else.
slime purple, a wet silver
a crown of gelatine eels:
nipping my head
stealing my warmth
icing my blonde.

Sometimes
When I’m feeling sad or guilty
I wonder if I was so used
To the dull background hum
Of the way we live now
So afraid of being bored
That I misunderstood:
It wasn’t monotony,
But something close to peace.

2014 Laverne Cox on the cover of Time:
That moment seems so far away
A memory locked behind a screen
Its nostalgia blurring softly
And all the context we have learned:

The world is different now.
I thought that we were making it
As it shaped itself around us.

It’s September and the weather is cooling now,
Autumn sunshine that’s crisp with new beginnings;
I feel its peaceful energy
So much more than Spring renewal.

Falling leaves always seem so auspicious; don’t they?
The earth-coloured return to my birth –
and time in which I feel most at home

Another thing that’s changed,
in a summer filled with dislocation:
one wet week when my life became unstuck;

Its wreckage settled inside my heart.