Lesbian Poetry

Almost Leaving

There is a hint of storm upon the breeze;
A ring-around-the-rosy made of leaves.
A gentle kiss from Jack Frost on the land
And at my sides my lovers stroll, each hand-in-hand-in-hand.

Beyond the path where green grass meets gray sky
Exists a place reluctant songbirds fly
Into the setting sun, and lovers part.
Reality and sadness cast a pall upon the heart.

Such silence hanging shapeless in the air;
So much to say, yet neither of us dare
Disturb the silence of that final hour;
And so we taste the honey while we let the milk go sour.