Hi girls,

Don't know if you like this kind of thing, but this is loosely based around my feelings:

She sneaks a look as tentacles of light surround her
Slithers of diaphanous whisps address the cold
Sensations of solicitous pleasure glide controlled
Crossing bodies, smooth from care intent
Red glimpses of solitary patches caressing silks
Pursed lips pleasure tongues of hopelessness
Brocaded slips clasp slim shoulders of despair
Low swings of happiness hang from noose straps
Leaving room for mans affectations covered in pink
Hairless remorse and perfumed submission
Alighting onto heeled toes, peeping beggingly
Tipped heels tensioning curves, forcing thrusts
Staggered, swaying impulses skirt the senses
Pierced candescence from nostril and ears tease
Lashes float on cheeks of blushed oppression
Blackened frames highlight distant eyes of hope
Clips assess their hold on stockinged sentinels
Bosoms created from pushed desires and wishes
Her hair springing freely from cosseted curls
Diamante danglers drive pangs into the heart
Choker submission, a garrotte and reminder
The dress hugs her trying to cuddle away pain
Legs designed to infiltrate women’s passions
Men despair at her inner sanctum of remorse
Driven away from society as devil’s mutation
She knows what she needs, nature’s hatred
Absolved from gender assigned compatriots
Removed from life’s generics and souls
She wonders why physical tortures are all
Realisation that sleep will change her again
Rough, worn chins replace smooth grace
Uncovered pores, void of powdered caress
Adams apple chases Eve’s soft voice away
Hair, relentlessly bound and gagged at nape
Tough shirts and denim hatred sap love
Barren holes cry for diamond crusted tears
She awaits the grasp of her perfumed lover
Time standing idly by as her gaze fades
Nature missed its chance with him
His anchor fixed in unhappy masculine seas
Lakes of grace in his life offer placid lagoons
He awaits another day, to release her
She sits inside, crying and sad as life moves by.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Mel xxxxx

No one want to leave a comment?

I do like to know what people think of my poetry as it gives me some insights into myself.

Mel xx

Melissa
Don't fret I liked your piece. Plus, I'm not much of a poetry reader.
I'm reminded of the many feelings I get when I'm fully dressed and going out.
I'm with you on the feeling of remorse when I have to go back to drap.
hugs
Gracie

Thanks Mary.

The poetry lets me put feelings into words that can be more explicit and descriptive, rather than simply state the obvious. I understand what we all go through, but our trans-nature is often surrounded by controversy or mentioned in the same breath as self-harming or disability.
I think the poem attempts to put the real feelings into perspective and I'm thinking of posting on some more general sites to see what reaction it gets.

Mel xx