Liz's Lesbian Lover
Her tantalizing red hair,
dazzling flames and unrestrained fury,
match your cool river disposition.
Her smile,
arms flund recklessly around your neck.
Liz's lesbian lover.

So it's true,
you who lay down to sleep
not with men,
but with your own kind.
This does not seem abnormal,
in fact it's the opposite.

Casting surreptitious glances,
our funny half smile
suggests you know more.
Eyes flashing signals
I cannot interpret.

Contemptuously, they say,
Liz's lesbian lover.

My eyebrows furled in question marks,
Liz's lesbian lover.
Is that what you really are?
By Maria Gonchoroff, NY
2003 KarMel Scholarship Entry