I feel the ghost of her

fingers on my waist and

I lean into the spirit.

They say you feel god

when you’re at your lowest

but heavens know I was high

in those seconds she swayed

with me to some Ed Sheeran

love song that got the words

all wrong for love between women.

And I’m not saying I’m a woman,

but if I stick to binaries,

I’m more woman than man.

But with her, I am an earthworm,

straining in the grasp on a goddess

who has lifted me from my place

on the concrete and into the sky,

and then, without warning,

onto the grass, where I wriggle

into the ground, because her light

was too much for my pink skin.