your voice like
reaching the erotic
tones, oak groves of
I offered a
butter will quickly
attract the bird to the
feeder, I filled the pinecones
with the sticky delicacy, tied to a
pine tree, our routine started, an observation...
...candle in the wind
flickering, another verse
of yours, laid down, my thighs
filled with the same sticky delicacy,
leather and lace, chains linked in passion,
holes, what drills the
night, mistress, feel
doe, these sounds in
orgasmic cries of the wild
turkeys, you trained your voice
like Marilyn Monroe, reaching the
erotic tones, oak groves of higher
elevations, and now look at the flame;
and I call you by name, "sapsucker!"
to flow, my water
moves through shallow
aquifer...returning to the
wilds to walk upon the wind again...
Copyright 12/4/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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