Souls Wager Spirit Gin in Voyeurism's Graveyard Poker

they watched us
those ubiquitous souls
thirsty for our graveyard ritual

they anted spirit gin
addicted to our sexual
Poe-etics

coming out
of their dirt nap
they knew our name
we each shared just One
and those souls chanted it
saying it was Edgar who gave
us the name because it was a portal
between two worlds

engine off
doors locked
windows sealed
headlights extinguished
waistband lowered she played
her own hand against my craving

comparing what it must have felt like
for the raven to profit from experience

they watched us
those ubiquitous souls
thirsty for our graveyard ritual
addicted to our sexual Poe-etics

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist