I love how you cry.

Most when you make me swell

I love how you’re like me,

Even more when you’re so different

I love when you dance,

and when you shout over the music

I love your flushed passion,

and when you inspire me to create

I love your squinting laugh,

and how it makes me realise I’m less than straight.

I dont know what others want me to want

But I think I know I want you in my room,

On my carpet floor,

With your thumb between my fingers.

You’re a new borns fist laugh

A ray of the dawn

A found feather

A foxes tail

And you are my friend,

Maddy.