Tag: Love
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Pride at the Beach
When I think of Pride, it’s not fit as hell gay men shirtless and decked in feathers dancing on a Chase bank float. It’s women running into the ocean shrieking with girlish laughter. It’s a little girl and her mothers at the beach building a drip castle. It’s kissing my love in the waves, tasting…
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The Wave
I never thought too hard about the curve of my waist, Just a stop on the path of streaming line that flows from ear to neck to shoulder to ribs to hips to knees to ankles A snug place for the band of my jeans The shelf I rest my books or hands or nephews…
Sarah Levine 