Lesbian Poetry

Wild Horses

whispers from afar
softly kissing my lips
was it the way your eyes
met mine
a slow dance across a full room
and the way you lean to make sure I'm watching
my mind lingers in the sound of your name
my slow hell is the need to hear your voice
meeting casually
watching each others moments
pass each other by
you put something on me
that i cant seem to shake
your smooth character
pretending not to care
but baby if only once you'd let me
come close enough to say your name
you'd come back again