Wednesday, July 23, 2014

For the Seasons: Mine

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.

Today's poem brings us to the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~

Mine

She has no idea that I
can see her long legs
from the corner of my eyes.
Swinging them.
Her silver sandals twinkling
with each movement.

She hardly used to wear
skirts so short. Skirts that
don't--leave--very

wonderful pair of legs.
And thighs. My thighs, I say.
She stops swinging her legs,
a timid expression on her face.
They’re mine.
We’ve exchanged our
possessions early on.

I leaned over her tall frame,
sitting still on the kitchen counter.
Show me my thighs.
My hands become chains
on the side of her hips.
My legs to whisper caresses
with my tongue.
Her body is my body.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

For the Seasons: A Dream

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.

Today's poem brings us to the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.

~~~

A Dream

I had a dream this morning.
I dreamed of your warm
naked body over mine.
Your hot mouth covering mine.
Your hands reaching through
dangerous places,
but mostly all over my body.
Dipping in between my legs,
your fingers awakening each cell.
Rummaging through nerves and endings.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

For the Seasons: Demi

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 will have warnings. As always, read with caution.


~~~

Demi

She hides her face
when her silhouette darkens my heart.
Tugs at the chains tying us together.
She kisses like a butterfly
and listens like a mountain.

She is my everlasting,
my salvation, and my damnation.
She's a pillar of joy and sadness,
be it my sadness or her own.
And she's happiness bundled
in golden leaves and ruby petals.

A man in her right,
my woman in my heart.
She's the best of both worlds,
and the worse of heartbreak.

She loves me,
can never despise me.
Even if I break her apart,
reassemble her into heaven and hell.
She's changed by my hand
and complete with my heart.

She’s my demi lover.
I need her.
Half goddess half god.
She begins where I end
and ends where I say to.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

For the Seasons: Boy


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 will have warnings. As always, read with caution.


~~~

Boy

With eyes that glow.
Ears that whimper
in between my lips.

Take me to your bed.
Invite me into your lair
and make me queen.

Owner to your domain,
the gravitational pull
to your happiness and misery.

Happiness when
beneath me.
Misery without me.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Monday Morning: June 30


 It's the last day of June. This weekend was PRIDE weekend everywhere but here. But, I still got in a good celebration moment when I found out that the PC(USA), Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.), now allows for their pastors to marry same-sex couples. How cool is that? Very cool, and yet a lot of people in the world has lost their composure and have called the PC(USA) some very dirty names. Oh, the drama.

This week's playlist, though, is drama free and very short. Four very chill tracks by Coctea Twins, Morrissey, New Order and Chromatics inspired by The Gay Essentials: The 75 Albums Every Gay Man Needs to Own article on World of Wonder. There isn't a huge resemblance to the article, though, but it was the start. Have a good week, everyone.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

For the Seasons: Immersion

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover design 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 will have warnings. As always, read with caution.

~~~
Immersion

Let me rest upon your chest
Falter in your caress
Let my palms tap across
the planes of your grand mystery

I want to fall in love with you
Over and over—fall onto the bed
Sink into a bed of lilacs
Petals escaping the tenderness of your kiss

And to be within you--nestled in your
heart and tears. Cradled in fear and
doubt. Surrounded by your heartbeat.
Experiencing you for eternity.

And kiss me in your green dress
Your body swallowing my essence
Your love devouring my sanity
Make me yours

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

For the Seasons: Undress Me

For the Seasons by Sopphey Vance. Cover design 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 will have warnings. As always, read with caution.

~~~

Undress Me

Seduce me with your gallant smile.
Allow me to lean against you
as if the champagne has created
a damsel in peril.
And then wrap your arm around me.
Slide your hand down my spine,
over the buttons of my dress.
Hold me,
the music is a rolling sea of violins
and the keys of indulgence.
Dance away with me through thunderstorms,
through all that we can't see.
Through the miracles of the deep sea.
And lie with me over a bed of coral.
Immune to the current, stay with me.
Be with me.
Let the fish hide us away.
Let our magic be one.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Zen Challenge


Photo courtesy of user Penywise @ morgueFile

I have gone on long enough about this depression of mine without actually addressing the positive side to it. Yes, there are positive sides to depression if you look deep enough. For one, I am incredibly less angry about the injustices of the world. While they do anger me, I now have a surreal peace of mind to come up with solutions.

This is the purpose of introducing the challenge of being Zen into my life. If my faulty logic works, being in a surreal calm will help me transcend from total numbness to nirvana (figuratively speaking). The challenge lies in the details. To become Zen, I must become more mindful of everything in my life. Mindful, not angry or sad, or obscenely disappointed. I have ideals in my life and it is time to live them.

See, the Zen Challenge is to live through imperfections. I have already began to purposefully create meaning in everything I do by living more artistically. It is time to be meaningful in every way possible. Especially here in my blog. This blog creates an archive of my life and what better way to reflect my change than by relaunching. Or, a really good design makeover just in time for my blog anniversary.

July 7, 2014 will mark five wonderful years of Sopphey Says. My blog has overcome many transformations, just as I have, and I cannot wait to share my new journeys with you all. Oh and my new design ideas for this blog. And everything I find fascinating!

Stay tuned.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Monday Morning: June 16



Monday again. It's never actually a drag unless you have a fantastic weekend to leave behind. In this week's case, I'm leaving behind a very peaceful weekend of arts and crafts, shopping, and Father's Day feelings. What better way to start off the week than with techno? OK, I really enjoy electronic music. This week's playlist features Fischerspooner, Glass Candy, Austra, YACHT, and Peaches. I'd say it's more of a low tempo dance party. The type of songs that make summer dreams come true!

Enjoy.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

For the Seasons: Seduce Me





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 will have warnings. As always, read with caution.

~~~

Seduce Me

I am guilty of a clouded
mind always wandering
away from our conversation
unaware of the way your gaze
sparkles with flints of gold
and how your hair looks
too immaculate for my liking.
And maybe I declined to listen
properly.
Most likely I didn't even bother
to notice the rise and fall
of your breath
as you uttered those defining words:
seduce me.