Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
burning wild celery, woodpecker drills a hole to remind me how to get to the sap, I emulate, I know the drill, thrust good measure harnessed in my leather strap, don't you need...in your lap, and I...
...take what's rolled inside the cornhusk, the vision is born from the smoke rising dusk, fish for salmon in spring, gather acorns in fall, in b'tween, masturbate with the fantasy of your basketry not so tight, it leaks, teach celibacy how to speak different languages, extinguished from the dew of a leaf before I can stone, Mama Cass Elliot sings Creeque Alley, "McGuinn and McGuire still are gettin' higher in L.A. you know where that's at," and I...
...Wind River Shoshone Woman, fast until I see a robin, my transition in the early spring, I keep count of the passionate nights we f***ed, on a marked stick, Black Wind made Earth, Yellow Wind made Light, Lavender Wind made love, notched feather dyed red, according to warrior coupe, I was wounded, transition turned blood of the feather to ink of the quill, I dreamed a storm, when I woke, my heart was painted with a jagged thunderbolt that tore into my left breast, my body thrashed with the marks of hailstones, and I...
...have vivid visions you are the moon's representative, making an ancient appearance, bringing me Light from the dark who tramped on my garden and chased pussy from range, I know the drill, thrust good measure, the deepest Truth harnessed in my leather strap, don't you need...in your lap, and I...
...Wind River Shoshone Woman love this beautiful land, red cedar message-laden, the Salmon elders ask if I followed their instructions, fish for salmon in spring, gather acorns in fall, in b'tween, masturbate with the fantasy of your basketry not so tight, it leaks, teach celibacy how to speak different languages...
Sage this is so incredibly deep and mystic and yet so sensual and earthy. Your imagery is stunning as always. Beautiful poetry.
Reviewed by Carolyn McGovern-Bowen
Reviewed on April 3, 2007
"... you are the moon's representative... bringing me Light..."
love getting lost in your words, Sage. this is piece is especially engaging. well done.
peace,
Carolyn
A unique and profound metaphysical mesh of womanist passion, esoteric vision, and social history. The artistry here nearly elevates the poem to a self-contained world deftly defined and sustained by its own myths and traditions. Good poetry can pull off that kind of magic and adds to the reason for celebrating National Poetry Month. Much gratitude for this very fine read and for all of your ground-breaking literary marvels.
Aberjhani
Sage....i am here, quiet in front of this poem...I dreamed a storm, when I woke, my heart was painted with a jagged thunderbolt...teach celibacy how to speak different languages..
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love getting lost in your words, Sage. this is piece is especially engaging. well done.
peace,
Carolyn
Aberjhani
Chrissy
Eileen
I can and feel so much in your wording!
Warmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
What imagery you paint on my eyes: well done! I concur with Nicky, Wind River Shoshone Woman is gorgeous.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Wind River Shoshone Woman is beautiful.
Nicky x