Yellow Under My Chin
a PRIDE Month poem about the mark of first love
HAPPY PRIDE! We’re celebrating by sharing rainbow poems and stories every Wednesday in the month of June.
I share this poem to honor Queer Saints (past and present) who gave me hope when I needed it most.
I share these words to give hope to others, especially those struggling to believe in the goodness of who they are.
I share this water because I have hope for a world where queer and trans folx are loved and valued, safe and free, revered and respected.
“I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you … gotta give ’em hope.” —Harvey Milk
Today’s poem is about dandelions and first love.
Take a read and a listen below.
Yellow Under My Chin
©Rebecca Wilson, June 1, 2026
deep roots
one plant capable of producing thousands of seeds
we rubbed them under our chins
turning yellow meant you had a crush
like the crowns of childhood, I remember
that summer I was so passionately in love
not with butter, but with a beautiful woman
who arrived like a meadow of dandelions
magical, mystical, mysteriously irresistible
her face celestial
eyes brighter than the sun
her smile a blue moon
lips like stars leading to another galaxy
one kiss washed away all uncertainty
this is how it feels to be a sin
she was paper, we were ink
offering each other possibility to ponder
promise to drink
birthing new worlds
drawing maps of a future
we would find alone not together
healing my heart…just after she broke it
taking my breath…the moment she spoke it
showing me queerness
is not a weed to be pulled
rather a garden of wonder
edible, medicinal, perennial
pleasurable, permissible
sacred and eternal
first love pollinating our hearts foreverDid you make dandelion bouquets as a child?
Did you rub them under your chin?
What lessons did you learn from first love?
Hope-fully Yours, Rebecca