Lesbian Love Poems And Quotes

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I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.
Andrea Gibson
Love is the quality of attention we pay to things
J.D. McClatchy (Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems)
Vulnerability, not music, is the food of love.
J.D. McClatchy (Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems)
The very conventions of poetry were devised to encode experience, to make it less obvious and thereby more true. To make a metaphor, after all, is to describe something in terms of what it is not, the better to apprehend what it is.
J.D. McClatchy (Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems)
Sunshine If it were possible to place you in my brain to let you roam around in and out my thought waves you would never have to ask why do you love me? This morning as you slept I wanted to kiss you awake say I love you till your brain smiled and nodded yes this woman does love me. Each day the list grows filled with the things that are you things that make my heart jump yet words would sound strange become corny in utterance. In the morning when I wake I don’t look out my window to see if the sun is shining. I turn to you instead.
Pat Parker
Now tell me, briefly, what the word ‘homosexuality’ means to you, in your own words." "Love flowers pearl, of delighted arms. Warm and water. Melting of vanilla wafer in the pants. Pink petal roses trembling overdew on the lips, soft and juicy fruit. No teeth. No nasty spit. Lips chewing oysters without grimy sand or whiskers. Pastry. Gingerbread. Warm, sweet bread. Cinnamon toast poetry. Justice equality higher wages. Independent angel song. It means I can do what I want.
Judy Grahn (Edward the Dyke and Other Poems)
And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin-- we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends ‘til the end…which came sooner than wished.
Kristen Henderson (Of My Maiden Smoking)
You will never know how to tarnish the devotion Of my passion for the beauty of women, that my verse acclaims
Renée Vivien (The Muse of the Violets: Poems (English and French Edition))