I can’t define the connection that I seek / I think I’ll know it when I see it / It will open its
doors to me like a home I didn’t know I had / And the shelf that has always been out of
reach / Will suddenly shrink to meet my outstretched arm / I can’t be sure the connection
exists / But I know if I don’t at least believe it does / The hope that fuels my life support
machine / Will dissipate before my eyes / And I will choke on visions of my future / My
journey into Queerness has unlocked levels of connection I didn’t know were possible /
Which is as daunting as it is wonderful / I want a connection that will act as a mirror /
And show me all my lumps and bumps, not just the better side of my face / I want us to
dismantle our connection until we’ve broken it down into tiny Lego pieces / And then
take the time to build it into something greater, sturdier / I’m not seeking something
perfect / Ignoring flawlessness’s knock at my door is easier now / Let me lay my head
against the warmth of your breasts / And listen to the steady rumble of your body’s drum
/ We could melt into each other like scoops of different flavoured ice cream / I was born
to parcel parts of myself and share them out / It used to bother me seeing parts of myself
disappear for the sake of others / But as I crawl closer to what I’m searching for / I have
encountered love that hands me back my missing chunks / I don’t need to ask for a
second half anymore / Because I’m already whole
