[poetry] Not the Moon, Not Anymore

I don’t want to be the moon
not to you.
She’s too remote, too cold.
Instead
I’ll be the warmth of the hearth,
the smell of fresh baked bread
that you come home to.
I’ll be the passion borne of
knowing, of understanding.
The arms surrounding you
holding you tight.

Liv Dromen specializes in writing realistic, kinky, queer, trans erotica. She has been actively queer since the late eighties, when she realized at the tender age of possibly-too-young that having her hand down a girl’s pants (in public, on a bus) was quite pleasant. Other experiments followed. She is non-monogamous, trans, kinky, and magnetically attracted to awkward queers with cats. She lives near the fabled lesbian-centric town of Northampton, Massachusetts with her cats and her partners. She enjoys hiking, listening to klezmer music, drinking tea, and having lots of sex. She has been writing her Queer Quickies series of erotica off and on since 2011. Liv can be found at wordscanbesexy.com.