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.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

For the Seasons: Signs

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.
~~~
Signs

Brittle leaves on the ground,
a signature for a fall.
Long boots, long socks,
long drawers, long sleeves,
and best of all long scarves.
Supplements to warmth,
on that beloved man of mine.

Hush dear,
don't let the wind brush your lips.
They'll chap and that's unkind.
Nothing but the best for you,
the softest for you.
A bed of roses and a crown of singing doves.
The joys they'll sing
of the tenderness within me.
The birth of eternity in my heart,
the heavenly tune of our love.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

For the Seasons: Wind Chimes

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.

~~~
Wind Chimes

Open the window.
Let me put these cupcakes
into the oven and
you can clean up my mess.

Our mess. Flour in your hair,
down your clothes.
Take off your clothes.
Clean our mess.
I'll watch you wring out the batter
from the wet cloth.
See you matte your hair,
adjust my ring back on your finger.

Dishes all sorted.
Tables all cleaned.
Join me by the window.
Let the quiet comfort you,
let it wrap its arms around
you like I do. Be very still.
The wind loves you like I do.

Pressing small kisses against you.
Like a little draft that makes
the wind chimes ring around us.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

For the Seasons: My Queen and I

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.

~~~

My Queen and I

We're out to paint the town
in hues of orange and lilac.
My queen and I,
her broad shoulders hidden
under satin and sequins.
My meager chest existence
wrapped in shame.
We're going to kiss in public
under the scrutiny of drag night.
Queers, queens, and Kings alike
celebrating happiness that only we understand.
And when our feet are spent.
and her dress sleeve slides
over her shoulder.
I'm going to kiss her in private.
Love her as woman, on a bed of roses.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

For the Seasons: Boy or Girl

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 falls in the second season of the romance: Summer. And with Summer comes Summer Love, passion, and lust.