Wet mouths desperate for release and solace,

Two bodies finding each other after dusk

Shaking from the cold and the guilt.

The sea between her legs spilled over my

Fingers like honey I’d craved for years without knowing its

Taste.

She apologized afterward, her green eyes

Downcast. I wanted so feverishly to tell her she was

Beautiful and to return to limbs and

Mouths, but we were once again two

Girls afraid of ourselves and what we knew we

Couldn’t contain.

I jumped off the stairs without a word and ran

Back to the trail head,

Hopping on my blue Schwinn and pedaling

Home. I dampened the seat with my newfound

Electricity and

Shame.

Phoebe Woofter (she/they) is an outdoorsy Portlander with a B.A. in English from University of San Diego. Her work has appeared in Human/Kind Journal, Vamp Cat Magazine, College Magazine, and more. She is passionate about destigmatizing the lesbian identity and reconnecting humanity with their environment.