Lesbian Poetry

Love's Ember

In loneliness
I knelt seeking grace
but the angels of mercy
came not to me
only she
whose eyes penetrated
to the inner sanctum of my soul.

Mesmerized by her
I stood transfixed by the gaze
of one born from mystery.

"There is warmth within my wings," she whispered
as I felt the wind of the night
wrap me in a cold embrace.

"I want to give," I replied,
"but I found no one to share the flame,
so love's ember slowly died."

She beckoned and I accepted...
ephemeral ecstasy with incarnate agony.