She came on from an unexpected
place and lasted only a
few minutes.
No one fully understands her dynamics,
twisting her pale backside,
leaving your grainfield squirming.
Her storm often ends on a serene note,
the air juicy with the tang of her
evaporative moisture.
She sucked you into her interior, leaving you dazed, she left you fishtailing full-throttle over a muddy road, as you race to get
ahead of her.
You witness her skies of transcendent beauty,
the gypsy life of a biker,
give a thumbs up to wind-sheared windmills
and dodges the chewed-up asphalt, hoping she's just behind you on her way to the roadside motel.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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Love, Suzie xox :-)
Regis
Your stand out graphics dominate the landscape !
Peter
You continue to raise the bar on stimulating, refreshing poetry; well done! This one is stunning, BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Terrific writing; the pics are awesome! Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)