"He asks you to hold him.Call him he, not-he. Boy, not-boy.Woman. Six feet tall and..."

“He asks you to hold him.

Call him he, not-he. Boy, not-boy.

Woman. Six feet tall and glorious.

Gorgeous.

Curled into the comma of the sentence–

the breath. Breathing you in, in,

until you stutter for the words to find her.

To pull her out of her body and into yours.

Safe and quiet.

Like a prayer to a better god.

Hallelujah.”

- SOFTLY, SOFTER, SOFTER by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)