High Femme

How do lesbians have sex? 

I feel like a traitor in the headlights caught - I’ve already betrayed
My first gender,  so why am I betraying my second? 

So what do you do? 

I do many things. I offer the warmth
Of my hands, holy things, on firm shoulders
And across strong backs.
I offer my heart split and cherry-red.
Perhaps when I was younger I read the lines 
‘Love, for you, is larger than any religion,
No one will ever want to sleep with you’, and etched that
Into myself. Impressionable teenage me has much to answer for.
So I brush it off like this:
In bed I paint my nails pink, I lay back and
Let my lipstick be reapplied for me. I read them
Love poetry, and sometimes we recite - the classics like a well-versed
Formula. And in these narratives I never
Part my legs.