Emma and Josephine are Young and in Love
As we sat on the bed
the silk kissing our limbs
the ceiling cracked open to let the light in
you smiled and I felt the warm wind on my nose
the sheets and the walls fell away as we rose
floating higher and higher until we broke through
spinning and grinning, our spirits so new
soaring among those bright pieces of heaven
petting the velvety purple they rest in
Poem from unfinished play by Angie Hoover
I began writing this one night while my fiance was asleep. The moonlight was shining in through our bedroom window, and I was overwhelmed with joy and love. I revisited it several years later and planned to use it in a play that incorporated spoken word poetry. The plot focused on a lesbian romance between two southern women during the Jazz age.
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