All Sapphics Are Poets

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