Thank You, M’Lady, for sharing this with me
~ Lynn ~

Who can know when love will find thee,
or what twist of fate will be dealt?
Who can say if it was right or wrong,
what the shattered heart has felt?

Borne upon glistening wings
the soul trembles and sighs
It knows not the where of it all
it knows not the whys…

Who are we to say yea or nay
when love comes unbidden?
But when it leaves, we are left
broken winged… grief stricken.

But had we never loved at all
how empty we would be
Never knowing how it feels
for the soul to fly free.

Weep no more, my friend
find courage and take heart
Someday your life mate will come
and from you will never part.

Fly well,
Fly free….
Know in your heart,
you are true to thee.

Fear not the night
for day shall come again
Love will enfold you tenderly,
fly strong into the “when”

Let the wind lift you,
let your wings take flight
Soar into the breaking light of dawn
leave behind the sorrows of night

©Cltcgdss

A mutual gay friend introduced us
He had shared past sentimental anedcotes about her with me
And he was a good pal to hang around with
But he knew I yearned for lesbian companionship
So wtih unbridled enthusiasm he played matchmaker

I played chauffeur the night we met her at the airport
With great valor I tried not to eye-eavesdrop
The furious sign language conversation being played in the back seat
I lost count of the number of times
Her eyes met mine in the rear view mirror

Yes, she was deaf like me
And so that night an infatuation was born
Her presence was an infusion of energy
Into what had been an humdrum monotony in my life
She didn’t mind my callowness to the lesbian scene

They introduced me to the lesbian bars
Hither and yonder in New Orleans
She kept soundly trouncing me in billards
And chuckling at my wide eyed appraisal
Of the various bodice ensembles of drag queens

Saturday night we mutinied at the company of three
Told our gay friend that we wanted to go out alone
Just the two of us, her and I
Incurable romantic that he was
He gave us two thumbs up and shooed us off

We found ourselves at Charlene’s on Elysian Fields
A thick wreath of cigarette smoke floated
Above the women moving in zombie like precision
Arms flailing in ubiquitous homage
To the seductive medley of popular tunes woven by the DJ

I swear I had no pernicious intentions
She was a true native to the Big Easy
Chose to follow her heart to Arizona
But the misfortune of an ill timed lover’s fight
Turned a planned vacation for two
Into a trip alone for her

We talked in sign language between dances and drinks
Each gesture became a shade more intimate
Until with shy yet pretentious daring
I finally slipped my hand into hers
My heart raced at her answering grasp

On the drive back to her room at his house
Her hand traveling from my neck
Down my arm to rest on my thigh
Erased all traces of fallacy
Of the tension building between her and I

Fortune was smiling at us
For he was sound asleep
His door ajar to awaken at any lights we turned on
Keeping one hand possessively at the small of my back
She closed his door as we clandestinely tiptoed past

Ahhh
No erotic fantasy can ever compare
To one’s first time with another woman
With the streetlight outside her window
Bathing us in a glow of ethereal otherworldness
She made love to me that night

Deaf to my moans and sighs
But keenly aware of my shivers and shudders
She took me to that sweet frontier of ecstasy
With experienced hands and knowledgeable mouth
Leaving no area of skin unexplored or untasted…..

And when I exploded with that first sweet tidal wave
It was a momentous right of baptism for me
With each succeeding crescendo
All traces of that guilt-imposed celebacy
Crashed and washed out from my essence

An incredible ebb and flow that I was loathe to end
Until I was totally satiated in her arms
Her lips caressing my face and hair
Sealed the completeness of my liberation
From virgin catholic girl to full fledged woman

Afterwards, we were together for five years
Then it became painfully necessary to severe
Our relationship and go our separate ways
I have not seen her since then
But I will always remember her as my first….

©L. Kupfer

She was straight, I was lesbian
Our friendship dated from the day
She moved into the neighborhood
We derived great pleasure from each other’s platonic company
Of all the possible permutations of women
I could hardily fathom this obsession with her
Perhaps it was the influence of the full moon…

My infatuation finally filtered into the open
The day that we met at the park
My hands shook despite my efforts to control them
As I gave her the letter I had written
Silently I prayed that she read with an open mind
As I watched her eyes scan and absorb my words of lust
And hoped my avowal would be met with impunity

She bowed her head and was quiet for long moments
My mssive dangling from her fingers
When she looked at me again, I saw tears
And the fleeting shadow of mirrored longing
She said that no one had ever written of such beauty to her before
And that as much as she felt my passion and cared for me
She could not betray her devotion to husband and daughter

We spoke no more of that day
Her invitations became fewer and more scarce
The distance between us became miles instead of blocks
I had no choice but to accept the inevitable
Accept the consquences of my failed written words and move on
But in all those years that followed, I have often paused
To wonder if she still has that letter….

©L. Kupfer

Under the stoic glare of the sun goddess
A golden winged eagle soars
Chasing and riding the air drafts
Echoing of vaticinated dreams

This solitary flight a symbolism
Of hope and wistful yearning
Yet also tempered by a resource
Of inner wisdom and patience

A tangible thirst for diversity
And the knowledge that there will be
Crossroads in the approaching evergeen horizon
Which will consecutively measure the balance
Of prowess and vunerability

Perfection
Is not the gauntleted wrist this eagle seeks
But rather….
That bright spark of recognition
Twin soul flames
Whose reflections are mirrored
Deeper than a mere idyllic lagoon
Stripped of supersitious murmurs…
Untarnished by blood magic…

No stranger shall She be
When talons grasp Her gloved wrist
For every nuance of Her Power will flow
Entrancing every aperture
Until the soul quakes joyfully at the intensity
Transforming ordinary ladders
Into glorious stairways
To the cosmic heavens

©L. Kupfer
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