Wounded healer,
white feathers of
harpy eagle.

Whale skin,
no sexual taboos

ThunderWitch,
turns back bolt
of lightning after
she has set you
ablaze, mirage 
bent layer of warm
air caught between cool.

Drum is horse to be
ridden.  Drum is horse
in its own right.

ThunderWitch's costume
underscores expressive
work by gesture.

Flute is dildo, maker of
sound! Effigy, power-object.

ThunderWitch's equipment
is her capacity to act,
ThunderWitch is all over you,
your mount, your ride to the
sky.

Riding on edge of Creation,
thrusting with such heights,
ThunderWitch's pent-up heat
engulfs you in flames, blasts
in your face, your nostrils fill
with the stench of cum magma.

All over you, moving from
one corner to another and
from below to above and
back again, ThunderWitch
puts black and yellow
spotted orchid behind your
ear.

You will have ghost with
you always---another self.
Way of knowledge is through
no sexual taboos.

Seduction, penetration,
conceptual link, courted,
sexually excited.

Wild movement!
ThunderWitch plays
you with her flute,
imitating the male
animal in rut.

ThunderWitch's imagery
is heroic, a ritual expert
of sexuality.

"Parlay cheval-ou"
"Tell my horse."

 

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman