Bound

I’m flyingHurtling through the air at speedsThat would break even the Fiercest ofFalconsI used to dream of flyingThe freedom, I imagined, would be unlikeAnything elseFree from the destructionThat (wo)man inflicts on herselfFree from the racism, transphobia and misogynyThat so frames my lifeAnd yetI feel nothing but chainedBound to a destination not of myChoosingConstrained by a system that demandsLettersAfter one’s name in order to beHeardFettered by the longingTo be with himTo be pressed up against himLike pages in a bookTo smell the softness of his skinAnd feel the tenderness of his gazeTo reach across the bed without lookingAnd know that he was thereTo feel his kindness against myBitter woundA healing balm thatEases my cynicismI long for himLike the moon longs for the sunA longing that binds us boththrough forces governed byMother NatureHerselfGravity always pulls us into theCenter