Lesbian Poetry

The Quality of Angels

my journeys measure
and the arms of your ascension
shall shield the thunder light
of her ages as they gather
to lay stalks of lavender
across her breast and bed

dress me my shadow wings
break the sky in all your elements
black bird pageant limbs
lips breath upon horizons stream
my deity - a voice that wakes the wind
of ancient ages song
Meridian -
I am a cloth of ethers
in your arms.