My research has taken me back in history in a rather interesting way and from it, I give you this poem, and another to follow it. It is a two-part poem. I have placed a rather mysterious clue as to who she is in this poem. But I will be back with Sweetwater verse to tell all! Stay tuned dear readers!

Cipher


The 207 pages are light brown,
fine, thin calfskin, vellum

held together by three leather
thongs, wrapped in more
vellum, folded around the
tattered edges to make a
cover

left to me by a
Godgifu
lover,
she loved to
ride bareback

On every page, a crude
illustration of naked women
of different sizes and colors,

their facial cheeks profiled,
rouged with red,

some only showing their
lower cheeks, rouged
with an erotic shade
of darker red.

A secret page unfolds
unexpectedly, center-fold
style, showing a woman below
her navel, the text below it
written in mysterious code
alphabet,

so I take it to a medieval
historian, introduce myself
as Keysta D. Lorean, you
know, the wild one who
wrote THE BIKER
CHRONICLES, and asked
her to match the vulva to
the woman.

"Powerful genitalia lurking
just beneath the surface,
intellectual female machismo,"*
she tells me.

She takes it to an English monk
to confirm what she deciphered.

The abbey faces the rising
sun ...

 

*machismo:[exhilarating sense of power or strength]

 

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist