Lesbian Poetry

City Rails

Old rusty wheels hitting the rails
sparks of blue hypnotic
staring into pitch black tunnels
feeling everytwist and turn my stomach empty with yearn
flings with this woman and that one saying goodbye so stern
death threats and my poems they burn
player stay away they scream on my machine
trying to say it is not that way but at last it is too late
mind mixed up
poor excuse a broken heart for a year
shed tears holding back as this box curves around the tracks nearly bringing me home
home for now sometimes scared how long now will last
last stop my hand grabs the top bar holding on
beautiful frost colors eyes looking at me
look away shy away, palms sweaty
beautiful brown eyes
what's going on
window reflection, what no ones there
women of past year haunting me
a card flys from the track stuck to the window
the joker plain as can be looking at me
why is this every twist of fate like a dagger in my heart
running from what tears me apart
dreams and silent screams, clutching my pillow, biting my blanket
sweat droplets on my neck yet it is cold, loosing my breath in water frozen still
a bird flew onto my window sill, it left one quill
do all of these events mean anything or am I crazy in self absorbed thought
waiting for the ticket to somewhere
hands running under the spicket trying to wash away curse of going nowhere away
I just want my to be held again, inspired by a beautiful lover
my art would flow just knowing she would be there to praise my work
listen to my thoughts
someone to go to about any old thing on my mind
that was so long ago and since I have lost my mind
my mind will it find a love or be found by a love
my new wish not just love
connection of two that love the same
without common ground it is just a game
going on and on until we break
one in love is not enough
the train derails
our hearts go frail
the smell of white roses become stale
I just want a gal that wants what I want the same nearly
nearly is enough
without it life is really rough
I slept and my body floated around the city
looking into many windows
many windows passing by
just looking is there someone such as I
there she was wrapped in a blanket
a book had fallen from her hand
tea was on her nightstand
what comes to mind was an angel
this creature an angel
I woke wondering is the she one who might be
In dreams my life has become a mystery
In dreams my ex even comes to me
almost but drifts far from me
I am reaching but no one to be found
will anything change
will something new for me surround
new climate, new possibility, new avenue of self incoorperated success
will something new be
I hope so
where are these rails sending me
twists and turns, torch lit trails
another lifetime I think the same was happening
that is why I am back
to get it right