Lesbian Poetry

Chakra Spark (Becoming)

I feel this pull in the center of me,
like gravity that is weightless.

Something inside starts to move and dance and sing
with a voice longing to be heard.

Like a tundra melting, layer upon layer, I am being
released, reborn and frighteningly naked.

Confusion seems to cloud my mind and a hand squeezes my heart.

Sometimes I struggle to breathe, to understand and fully comprehend what I am becoming.

From a small Chakra spark, to a kolidescope of electric color.

From the first chance at a stolen kiss, to the absolute surrender of lust.