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Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...
Absaroka, cutthroats
swim in hordes, firebrand
crosses the trout stream to
Cody, her saddle shifts and
creaks, rancid air of buffalo
slaughter reeks - vision soars over
the mountain peaks, sabatoged wagon
wheel with a weak linch pin flies with the
eagle, she spurs the horse, gold dust paints
Jeremiah Johnson's mirage, no remorse,
something's about to go down,
meanwhile, bullets
rip in the Rivers Saloon,
outlaws - goldminers - the
firebrand's woman lover fires
off her Colt, baptizes the brass
spittoon, good, bad, "talk about
my woman ugly, spill blood on her
quill - I'll haunt you in your cold grave -
pussy is a great scene in the buffalo era,
you put her head in a hangman's noose in
the gallows, you'd best make that rope strong
enough to hold back the Nez Perce Appaloosas" -
firebrand rides
through the Cavalry
cemetery, warhoops
and scalps, she lopes
through the mesquite-patch
sage, takes her name from it,
whiskey cost two-bits a pint,
peach nipple brandy even less,
saloons line the streets, buzzards
looking for something to die, swearing
soiled doves shout for bed customers
from the brothel doorways, plains rifles
and .56 calibers, the firebrand's woman
lover just two inches above her navel, fall
upon each other in hard times, fucking, "I've
heard about it plenty," says the firebrand, "lured
you with gold dust, paints Jeremiah Johnson's
mirage, no remorse, something's about to go down,
the hat-waving vigilantes and hoboes, admiring
onlookers, "we wanna buy her" -
lugging her tired
saddle, the firebrand
rests, that's the way the
vision went - anyway...
I...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Evolving our Vision...
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
11/11/2007 |
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| I agree with La Belle. You continue to inspire and enflame. Excellent write. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Cody SEA |
10/19/2007 |
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interesting poem, I was quite entertained. I do wonder why you choose to use my name. you didn't have my permission, though not anyone could understand how I know it refers to me. oh but I will do the honor, for this poem, of a nice simple worded review like your many fans.
I think this poem is quite action filled for a beginner and once you find your own unique style you will surely fall amongst the very talented. adorable, though, to see such a new sparkle in the eye of the amateur writer. keep it up, you inspire me. >:) |
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| Reviewed by Chrissy McVay |
10/18/2007 |
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Great write, Sage.
Chrissy |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
10/10/2007 |
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| Sage I do believe you lived in the old west and have returned to make it real for those of us who are fascinated with it. Outstanding storytelling as always. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/9/2007 |
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| The niceties of Heat And Dust, this reminds me of, coupled with the raw roughness of a gouchos jockstrap. Even chapped lips have their own peculiar beauty in a certain sort of light, in a certain phase of being when blood, dirt and guts are the stuff of libido. Nothing like some good, honest toil to induce a muck sweat. Earthiness becomes you. And your reviews of my own Tess writes bowled me over, Sage... I now live on the edge of a massive Bird Reserve on the edge of one of the world's largest natural harbours. The over-wintering of birds and seasonal migrations is something I am longing to get heavily into. Be well and forever seeing, love Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
10/8/2007 |
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Sage, you write with such enthusiam, you belong in that era,I hope your next phase of life will be like the one you depict!;-)Fantastic!
Love,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/7/2007 |
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| awesome-i look forward to your writes as they are historical, raw and passionate |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
10/7/2007 |
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Excellent pen,very well done as always Sweet Sage..stay safe and well..Hugssssssss
Love,
Chanti Lace |
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| Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce |
10/7/2007 |
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Great imaageries well-described!!!
Sandie May Angel :o)
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
10/7/2007 |
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Excellent write, Sage; very well done yet again! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessed be! :) |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
10/6/2007 |
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| nice neo-rustic flare ... this poem put me right in the saddle ... |
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