I’m either in love with you, or too queer to have “just” friends.

I’m either in love with you, or too queer to have “just” friends.

I look at you and melt, I dream of you and descend into a comfortable goo that I never want to be free of, I close my eyes and can see a future filled with windowsill herb gardens and mountains sprawling from our back door.

I’m either in love with you, or too queer to have “just” friends. I think of you and blood warms my face, I hold you and my heart starts to race, I want to cover you in kisses and never let you go.

I want you to fly free in all the ways you know, but yearn to keep sharing so much with you, with each other. I’m intimidated by your intellect and pursuit for more, I’m insecure about my own, but don’t care too much when I’m with you, because your presence soothes me.

I’m either in love with you, or too queer to deal with a platonic surge of love.

I want solidarity but to stay side by side, creating together, beaming light forever, partners in adventure.

It’s been so very long and turns out I’m too queer to function, but not too queer to deal with a surge of love that is to be relegated to platonicism because my love for you, for us, is stronger than the wet I may feel at times.

Sharing so much with you, creating so much together has fulfilled a part of me I never expected to truly explore in the way I’ve been honored to explore with you. Your brilliance for minds, emotions, the world, art, justice is limitless and Gratitude rushes through me when I realize that you have granted me access to more than I could have ever asked for.

I ache to think of your absence, so I try not to think of the time when we’ll be apart, I fill my queer heart with feelings of togetherness for the time that we are, when we will be again.

I love you so much, and being real partners with you is a dream, thank you for sharing the time and work to make it come true.