Mead Fire the Rapture of You

woodcutter's
ax in a stump
cozy cottage at
swallowtail hill

eating
your gingerbread
gretel and gretel
not a wolf in sight
we cry out to our orgasmic
wood forest

"holly!"

"hazel!"

"oh god goldilocks!"

your little red
riding hood finds
its way to the stream
where I go down to your
chestnut hedgelines picking off
the butterflies drowning in your nectar
proboscis sucking like a jayhawk me giving you
the fictional bird - rapture when the end times
recycle ecstasy converting your past into mead fire
the log-burning stove curling smoke from the chimney
in a sensual haven of peace and privacy does it not wet
the rim of mead fire oh holy drink of you swallowtail

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist