I love. by Nadire Luna

I love. by Nadire Luna

Plantita

You have seen so much

I have almost killed you multiple times

I have thought I would die from heartache

And we both survived.

 

Femme-4-Femme

Bold footsteps announce the coming of your presence.
The butterflies become alert in my heart and dive to my stomach.

Oh, the excitement to see you!

Tall as a sea of sunflowers face first into the sun
With the jingle of the metals, soft stones, and bangles
effortlessly placed on your body.

I can see you now.

The side of your head shaved to expose where you have crossed from fear into hell yes!
Then swiftly to the layers of your hair that somehow declare your queer love.
And its that moment again.
When my fork cuts into a soft chocolate lava cake and the insides
pour out, exposed.

Do you see me?

As you walk, I imagine I am you.

For a moment, I can feel myself move through the sweaty palms
and find myself dancing in the full acceptance of self love.
Right there.
on that same dance floor where I witnessed them fall in love. 

Fully embraced and eternally connecting their hearts.
Is that how clothes feel on you?
Each piece bold as the next. Saturated in your fierceness.

 
 

Speaking My Own Name

-Healer-

First, written on a rock given to me to signify my strength.  

The word felt heavy creating a lump in my throat.

“Healer”

Now, spoken in reflection of mutual connection. 
Yet, I hand over the vibrations as though they did not originate in me.

HEALER!

I screamed at myself after piecing this heart together.


More on Nadire:

Nadire Luna is a queer Latina from the Southside of Chicago.  Since moving to L.A., her love for writing about love has been re-membered and has quickly become a guiding light for her journey through self-love.  Nadire works towards collective healing and believes in vulnerability, which is why she shares her poetry.  It is the rawest version of herself and a window into how much she loves herself and you. 

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