My Attempts At Tanka Poetry

The aim is to have no rhyme, I was board and thought why not try a little LGBTQIA and the rest of the letter poetry, to fill out this Sunday evening - here's my attempts

She put on his, dress

Then danced all night with her, man's lover

He, wasn't Into her kind

They both knew it, was a lie

Their lips would never mention it though

She bought him some trousers

She could wear them with no, questions

It'd be harder if mirrored

She loved her, like he loved her

Words not to exchange just meaningful deep looks

They were opposites, but repelled

Love was never likely to happen here

Man, man and women, women

They're both the same but completely polar

When together with another one, despair relents