A ballad of G

The ballad of G, tale of a lesbian knight, who fights the Lady herself so she sees she’s

Beauty: you strip my armour from me, nature dismantled in your disbelief. I say I want

My head on your breast, your arms on my waist, embraced in all my sensitivity, bliss

To rest in your kiss, I made of you, and when you know it’s true, come fighting for you

For lesbians and minorities won’t be allowed to live in that-what future but now are we?

Surrender to us, they say, but I to G, fight in that future, now, that I be allowed to surrender to thee

I’ve never mattered anyway – love is yours, my life for a better world, a better world will be

G’s ballad is not a Hollywood movie –  Love descended upon us her own reality. And if in valour

I give nature back my life thats hers, will be, nature’s world returning in her gift, G