Looks of longing
Never touching
Always feeling
Fear superseding
—
Pain connect us
Past generations hear us
Sappho
E. Dickenson
A. Lorde
Their words repeat back to us
Ringing true in our ears
—
How long must it last,
An artform taken from despair?
One day all Sapphics won’t be poets,
But all poetry is Sapphic
Mindfully Messy 