not femme as in “girl” but femme as in the moon, as in the way the wind caresses long grass, as in the sound of intoxicating laughter, as in putting perfume on knowing it’s your lover’s favorite, as in the soft holy curve of your body, as in water flowing, as in a gentle touch on a butch’s chest, as in the sweetness of honey, as in the glow of fireflies, as in the starry sky on a summer night, as in black lace hidden under soft and comfortable clothes, as in creating art and food and beauty, as in venus rising from seafoam, as in the euphoria of dance and of song and of night, as in glittery eyes and willing lips, as in the gentleness of love mixed with the fierceness of protection, as in care, as in pride, & more & more & more &
Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Ah, Wizard erudite!
Teach me the skill,
That I instil the pain
Surgeons assuage in vain,
Nor Herb of all the plain
Can heal!
[...] Dolce e chiara è la notte e senza vento,
E queta sovra i tetti e in mezzo agli orti
Posa la luna, e di lontan rivela
Serena ogni montagna [...]
-La sera del dì di festa ; Giacomo Leopardi


