Defence of Melbourne lezzos

Strange how the good and bad people mingle in this world

In het or lezzo, left or right, in whatever group one sharply

Defines – nasty, or nice, sways right, then left. Makes one think

The outside’s in, the inside’s out, you as domme, me as sub

In love, and why nothing can be said about either of us

The Forms that substitute, exchange, become

A logic that contradicts itself in the battle within us

And, I think, domme morrigan, your heart is gold