Lesbian Poetry

Sweet Epiphany

I swim within the molten silver,
Brought forth by her searing heat,
I pass into sweet epiphany,
With every crashing heartbeat.

And the perfect pulse of eternity,
Is the nameless secret in her eyes,
She captures, conceals, and captivates,
Waiting, I am ever a slave to her sighs.

Her touch, summer's softest breeze,
Yet it incites a tempest so strong,
Her kiss rages with smallest death,
Her lips, sweetest heaven to linger upon.

Unbreakable silken threads, her love,
Entwining, encasing my very soul,
Binding together what was torn asunder,
She is the miracle that makes me whole