Lesbian Poetry

Our Love

Just this morning her lips touched mine
Our bed still warm
Where we slumbered as one
We were lovers
Just like any other
We parted to meet our day
I took the subway
She rode the bus
I smiled
as I enjoyed her scent
It had lingered
On my sweater
When she hugged me
And said, "Goodbye."
Just moments later
I screamed in horror
Amid dust and debris
Blown to hell
I was sure of it
On my knees
A broken woman
Will people believe my pain?
No, Reverend,
It wasn't our love
that was to blame