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Sage Sweetwater bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica...
down on my knees
in the mud in your garden
with my rural almanac, zodiacal
woman can be found here, I'm digging
for the potato's eye of wisdom, tears stream
down my face, you fling the canvas tarp with
fire in your thighs,
I cry, going beyond imagination,
Plato's elements, earth, fire, water,
air, I want you, fucking insanity,
alchemical, astral, hermetic
channeling, you're howing the
rows, the rain coming down in
monkish Black Letter Gothic script,
pseudoscience of astronomy,
sun and moon resembles human
temperaments, signs of the zodiac
have a mystical hold of us,
I dig up invocations
from Saturn and Jupiter, I
don't know how the images
were engraved on onyx and
turquoise gems, pagan goddess
appears in sexual lapidary,
your soul in search,
shocked, you've channeled
fire, your hoe sparks, whetstone
explodes into space, total lunar
eclipse tonight turns shades of amber
and crimson, Earth passes between the
sun and moon,
down on my knees
in the mud in your garden
with my rural almanac, zodiacal
woman can be found here, I crouch
between your thighs on the canvas tarp,
I cry, going beyond imagination, Plato's
elements, earth, fire, water, air, -
I...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Evolving our Vision...

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| Reviewed by Nicky Goodman |
3/4/2007 |
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| Sage - there are tears that hit the hard earth and from the mud,comes a renewed I. Found this one a painful poem somehow, felt a bumpy Saturn returning - renewal - what is Saturn up to these days? *counts sevens* - i know little about these things - but watched the eclipse last night from the balcony and hoped for some balance as earth passed between sun and moon. (It was so red here - I'm living beside the volcano Teide, a new phase - and if Jupiter would please give me another kick so i get some work tomorrow, i promised not to grumble, rumble, or spew!) I felt i understood your poem, but will come back to it again for another read - the sexual imagery for some reason reminded me of Judy Chigago and her plates...probably because she reminds me of goddesses and the earth. Thank you for this read! Nicky x |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
3/4/2007 |
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| This is explosive with the full alchemical fire of genital trans- and consubstantiation, Sage: the labial crucible, the metamorphic fire. All elemental dross burned away and only the pure burning thread of passion remaining, searing beyond the bone to the spirit. Total combustion here! TY K xx |
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
3/3/2007 |
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Ahhhhhhhhh... HOt! I almost creamed my jeans!
Great heat brewing Sagie!
Warmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
3/3/2007 |
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| woohooooooooooooooooo,HOT HOT HOT...Hugsssssssss |
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| Reviewed by Susan Sonnen |
3/3/2007 |
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| Wow! I haven't read anything with this much fire and passion in a long time! |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
3/2/2007 |
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| You certainly do bring a new meaning to the Zodiac! |
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