Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
Barrow, Alaska (c.) circa 1869
threw a rope over the rafter, hung the past, snapped its neck, it flashed an intimidating yellow stare before reincarnating ugliness into snow-white beauty,
snowy owl, quick and fierce, knock a grown woman to her knees to pray, owl wisdom, she rarely seeks shelter from howling winds,
insulated as well as the Arctic fox, you keep me warm, the sage, a grown woman on her knees, owl wisdom, praying that you lie down with me in the cotton grass blossoms, nesting females, a hungry chick making wide-mouth demands - mid-May - mid-September pussy,
f*** me before the brief Arctic summer's ending...
Tin Cup Pass, Colorado (c.) circa 1879
threw a rope over the rafter, hung the past, snapped its neck, it flashed an intimidating yellow stare before reincarnating ugliness into snow-white beauty,
gold dust, I carried you out in a tin cup, Tin Cup Pass, your precious name, knock a grown woman to her knees to pray, placer claim wisdom, praying that you lie down with me where alpine columbine's twine around the old ore car - I made a Cumberland Pass, I wanted you to know I was none ofthemonotony on the other side of Mirror Lake,
knock a grown woman to her knees, you stared at the reflection in the water, pussy rippled, you were completely muffled in stillness, you let the sun set, your nugget ablaze, in a hallowing phase, midnight, a full moon, a bowl of stars, the water runs through your Continental Divide, what life you have tucked inside the warm, feathery folds of your pussy lips, waning pastels,
f*** me before the boughs of the evergreens droop to the ground, covered with snow...
Sage Sweetwater creates an entertaining slide show via photo cube in multimedia for her historical/nature Alaska/Colorado poem Spirit of Snowy Owl on Tin Cup Pass. Can be viewed in Sage's August 2007 blog for archival purposes. Enjoy a piece of women's history written by Sage Sweetwater. http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewblog.asp?authorid=29292
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
Congrats on all those views and fans Sage. You are an incredible writer and this poem is no exception. So many times the past deserves to be sentenced to hanging. Beautiful emotions and images. I never want to be the monotony!
Your first strophe, Sage, could stop traffic - powerfully imaged metaphor. Enjoyed this! Blessings ...
Richard
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2007
I love the idea of lynching the past and "snapping it's neck!" "Flashed an intimidating yellow stare" is an awsome metaphorical concept. The wisdom of the snowy owl, "quick and fierce" sticks with me, as well as the wanton desire for the prize "tucked inside the warm, feathery folds." -Moving and erotic love poetry, Sage. Amazing visual imagery!
~Butch Howard
Hi Sage - this one poem/two poem is very interesting, especially the 'mirror' idea -the first stanza is great - i hear the snap of neck - what a good stanza for goodbye to the past - i had a quick look at Tin Cup Pass, found the Mirror there, wonder what is on the other side, the 'monotony' - seems a wonderful place - as usual your poetry is intriguing, absorbing and full of wonderful images - super! Nicky xx
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