Lesbian Poetry

levers and leads

sound
strong
sentiment collecting
clarity infecting
judgment perfecting
buried blue black red
clay
string
matted art
wagon pulling
stock
overflowing books
knowledge
custard carpets
gravel walls
feet walking through squish
hands rubbing along something bumpy
hearts go pumpy pump
yet yesterday body like a rail
today turkey like plump
in the night objects
walk
walk
bump
looking at the image
slump
is there anything left
dust flows
where he goes
no one knows
on the bottom
somewhere
settling
as thinkers
digest and investigate tales