Arabian You Rode to Parbo Cune

shedding light
on the notarized
candlewax seal document
signed in pigeon blood unlocks
the mystery of so long ago why wedlock
and hemlock drank their oaths into the nepenthe
vault at the elitism of mausoleums where nash papyrus
expired a riddle

that the document
be stored only in a
sacred place

you chose
a petrifried
owl's nest your
secret kept tucked
under the eggs that
turned to stone last
millennium - annus
drop the one en where
I reveled in terra cotta
shaped into a tongue's best
friend

the scroll
tied with horsehair
of the arabian you rode
to Parbo Cune while it was
still a non-existent convent
for lesbian farriers in alchemical
conversion with no aversion whatsoever
to the anvil and clitoral pulling tongs anointed
in truth serum's potion of quicksilver and fleabane
seeds to find out the thief

of course
you had knowledge
buried deep in pubic wreath
with a swatch of coyote hair
mixed in acknowledging that you
were celebrated and would be hung
around my neck edged with baby's breath
in an arrangement - and what an arrangement
it was

the  l e t t e r s

w o r d s

a n d  p a r a g r a p h s

became invalid
if two letters touched
each other

for it
is why we
remained apart
then 

we are
not the bible

we are valid
we are accurate
of effective transmission
without textual errors

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist