Transgender Poetry The ClosetWritten by a GG friend of Rachel Coltonit is appropriate that i hide in the closet, surrounded by the different smells of me. the textured clothing in vivid purples and fuscias and black and white cascade around me. muffled voices and television sounds sneak into my hideout, but no one knows i sit in the middle of my closet . . . thinking of you. and you wrap around my thoughts thoughts of black lace lingerie and flowing skirts. i lay beneath the tailored suits and smile in wet anticipation. will you step into my closet and love me between my blue spiked shoes. imagination plays boldly as i caress the silk blouses between my fingertips. it is your soft fullness - your skin unfolded. you make me cry in pleasure pain in the closet between the rayon dresses. i won't come out of the closet . . . at least not yet! |