Lesbian Poetry

Phases

For V

Half the silver orb,
Rides the lonely sky,
Forlorn yet not forsaken,
It is no different then I.

For like me it is whole,
The other half but hidden from sight,
It waxes and it wanes,
Until it comes full of a given night.

And like me it always feels,
The half that it cannot see,
It knows it is complete,
Regardless of what the phase might be.

And like me it shines brightest,
When the halves make the whole,
Do you see, my precious love,
We are a full moon of the soul?

Together we hold the world,
Spellbound in our tender time,
The hours ours to give and take,
The forever of our night, sublime.