butches who are soft and gentle when they're with you, butches who are cuddly and want to touch you in whatever way they can all the time, butches who look for your hand to hold, butches who melt when you hold them close, butches who look at you with heart eyes, butches who fall asleep in minutes once you're playing with their hair, butches showing their emotions and that they want closeness 🥺

can’t focus on work. can only think of that one lesbian poem about chivalry

oh god. oh fuck

have you fallen in love with the ocean?

have you felt it wrap cresting arms around you, drag you past waves and rocks, past startled fish and fleeing beasts, to where the core lies, deep, dark and ancient, godly, divine? has it pressed seamist kisses against your lips, sprinkled salt to bleach your hair and cradled your heart? did it whisper you to sleep with soft, even waves and roar you awake with crashing surf and racing pulse? will it hold your bones with so many others, treasured and safe and hidden from eternity beneath the depths?

have you waded out into the pacific and felt the tremors of gods, where fire and land and water hold court and rule the tradewinds? are there stories that blow in like tropical storms and leave your house shaken, your mind racing to keep up? have you swum around capes and over sandbars to taste the secrets of the atlantic, snaked your tongue into the trenches to sample the salt of ages? did you find shipwrecks forgotten by man, crewed by ghost and kraken, buried in history and silt and time? has the indian beckoned you with siren song and warm currents, pulling you towards land and back out again? have your eyes seen merfolk and octopi and a plethora of sea bounty no human may ever see again?

have you ground your knees into the sand, your humility and heart your only offering, and stared into the swirling blue? have you felt tongues of tidepools licking your fingers and moaned in ecstasy when the riptide starts, drawing you further out, closer to your love? tell me you’ve dived deep to see the first creations, the murmuring beds of kelp and weed, the shy corals and the slithering serpents. tell me you’ve brushed your fingers against poison just to feel the sting, because the love in your heart is so vast, human words and human emotions drown in it. tell me you’ve seen the tectonic plates guarding its heart and played tag with shark sentries, tell me how you narrowly escaped to climb back to your boat, shaking and coughing and alive.

tell me you’ve fallen in love with the sea

and the sea chose to love you back.