Lesbian Poetry

Newly Driven

A strange autumn wind blows
Through the flames of July;
A child of creation calls forth invention
Her roads paved with pedals,
Now seeks the dryness of denial
To witness her own soul's ascension
Through ocean spray mist
A strong hand is extended;
It wills her to grab hold and fly
With trust newly given,
She slumbers well hidden
Beneath the breastplate of her mentor,
Divine