Sunday, December 21, 2014

For the Seasons: Last Kiss

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

~~~
Last Kiss

He lay her down to sleep
with a last kiss.
His breath ice
to the side of her neck.
The covers warm and deep.
Her body falters away from reality
into the low rumble of dreams and ecstasy.
Lovers for every season.
Everyday beings
unaware of reason and fallacy
ultimately becoming one spirit flowing
in and out—back and forth.
Round, and round while awake.
Still now.
Asleep now.
Their love gone.

~~~

The End

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

For the Seasons: Same Story

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

~~~
Same Story

The world is a cold and lonely place
without you. Not only do colors disappear,
but the rhythm in my favorite songs
vanish. All sound becomes an
echo of motion—as all
motion ceases to exist.

Everything falls apart when you're
away. Nothing comes back together
when you return. We don't talk
too much of our emotional
distance. Yet we move forward
with a false bravado of
love conquers all,
be strong, we will get
through this

There is no we, lover boy. There's
You or I, two worlds apart. Two
beings who mold imperfectly into one.
How much longer do we do this?
If this hurts so much, shouldn't we
accept that this type of pain
is a hard limit?

Your heart shatters into mine
every time you come back.
Then you leave. But you come back.
I take you into my arms like nothing
has changed. I become bothered
with our silence. I push you away.
You leave. You come back.
You accept me for my faults.
You leave. The world goes dim.
Time stops. Waiting becomes painful.

My heart breaks.
You come back.
You always leave without
saying goodbye.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

For the Seasons: A Goddess

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Last season.

~~~
A Goddess

feels like I'm lying on a feather
flowing through the endless night

still in the face of ecstasy
lying in the murderous tides of eternity

lingering on the flavor of the rarest droplet
to have ever touched my lips

eyes keen on my lying figure
waiting for a chance to worship

with well wishes and aching thoughts
he deems himself an unworthy sacrifice

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

For the Seasons: Wither

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Last season.

~~~
Wither

When and if this love happens
to wither away, I will be nothing
but a downtrodden empty egg shell.
Thrashed around. Broken to crumbs.
Exacting a rabid dog's
revenge on manicured feet.
Puncturing a disease
gathered and collected by your absence.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

For the Seasons: Good Love

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Last season.

~~~
Good Love

I dare not drown
in your presence,
but I do occasionally falter in speech.
That's when you strengthen
my vertebrae with your good love.
Your sweet love.
The joy in my self induced sorrow.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

For the Seasons: Love You

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

Last season.

~~~

Love You

I want to hold you
even if its cold out.
Even if we’ll freeze
under the Milky Way
and turn to stone by Orion.
I want to hold you in the snow,
watch you be cold.

Can’t you see
I want to hold onto you
and be your warmth?

Love you when
it’s beautiful out.
Love you when it’s not.
Outside in our world.
In our happiness.
Even if its cold.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

For the Seasons: Doubt

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

And now, we're in autumn.

~~~
Doubt
Who’s smile do you wear
on your lips today?
Is it mine or is it
some others who has
caught your provocative eye?

Does this person want you
as much as I need you.
Does he know how to
push your buttons
that you’re hiding breasts
in your soul and being
a man is only a societal formality

does he not exist only in your words—
rolling off your tongue
to make me jealous
to rekindle a flame
to drown my insecurities
of my lack of being
male bodied

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

For the Seasons: The King

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

And now, we're in autumn.

~~~
Your King

Who am I to be your King?
I'm nothing but a feral cat,
roaming in a midsize brigade of dreams.
Not a follower, not a leader.
Just a figment of the imagination.
But to you, I'm the King.
King of your heart.
King of your body.
King to mark your body
with bites and welts,
even though you've balked at pain before.
King of new experiences,
of kissing you senseless.
Sole possessor to your existence.
And for you, only. I will be your everything.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

For the Seasons: Lost

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

And now, we're in autumn.

~~~
Lost

You drive me crazy.
It is not the way you comb your hair.
Nor the new suit pressed
against your body.
I falter at your voice,
but no it's not that
which melts my soul.
It's the kindness in your hands.
The intensity of your gaze.
The caves and mirrors
of your shadow. The labyrinth
of your personality.
I love it. The way I get lost in you.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

For the Seasons: Pillow

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover by Nathan Alan Schwartz.

For the Seasons is the first ever collection of gender queer romantic poetry, albeit erotic at times. The poetry, like the relationship it's based on, moves through four seasons--between two genders and timeless genres of love.

Because the romance is so different, I've decided to present the poems here first. I do warn, some of the poems are lovely while others are downright devious. It's not my intention to offend anyone, but some works should be read with caution.

And now, we're in autumn.

~~~
Pillow

To that pillow that lingers underneath
your head every night...
I want to say that I'm downright jealous.

It's outrageous that of all artifacts
in your bedroom, its the most consistent
in your dreams.

I despise that pillow,
for I want to be the
cradle of your inspirations.

I demand its removal
and in place you sleep in my arms.
In fact, never leave my embrace.