Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
snow lets up, see from a distance, whiteout - bob of two white cotton tails, rabbit - no, pom-pons on a pair of mukluks - yes - made from rabbit, below zero, firebrand roasting quails, kindling ablaze - I think here walks in my hero,
your fur is frozen way on up above the top of your boots, through my Native American roots, the spirit of generosity, I kneel, give you warm tongue,
"I've moved to a new land, you've thawed me," you said, your hands in my hair pushing my face into you harder, "Ocean there, only snowed three times in the last thirty years, seventy degrees 'til midnight,"
"Hotter than that here at midnight, raven in the moonlight - Mason and flint, whiskey ladder - featherbed climb to the top rung?" For the first time, I hear you say in a whisper, barely audible,
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Singer/Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
Sage,
This is the first time to come across your works although I've seen and heard your name mentioned quite often. Lovely (is that the right word?) tapesty you've painted in this poem. Very descriptive and moving. I felt I was there. I will be reading more of your written artistry.
George
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on June 15, 2007
Sage, you always "blow" my mind with the intimately visual images of mother nature and human nature. Your writing takes the reader into the scenes with you. The experience of reading your work is a vicarious adventure! Keep on keeping on!
Your friend,
~Butch Howard
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This is the first time to come across your works although I've seen and heard your name mentioned quite often. Lovely (is that the right word?) tapesty you've painted in this poem. Very descriptive and moving. I felt I was there. I will be reading more of your written artistry.
George
Your friend,
~Butch Howard