Lord I Think I Hear My Name She's Burning

copper steeple
points fingers gps
locates afterhours
self-service we're in
god's gravel parking lot

vanity puts
it in park and
some male star cast
model raises its head
in reaffirmance of heavenly
quietude indulging in our privilege
pre-requisite of higher thinking and
mutual stroking your hand is lodestone
steeple iron oxide with the power of attracting
like a magnet we don't let go of it

insatiable squirming
the night's cobwebs clinging
below the steering wheel cocked
The Wheel turned before I shut the engine off
lord I think I hear my name she's burning

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist