came in with
his black cloak
in premeditation
soaked in ether,
introduced
himself to the
members,
reviewed
their convictions
stored on paper,
praised
the Lord,
professed
confraternity,
her spurs
sat next to
the Eucharist,
candle flame to
fame,
cordite, highly
explosive gun
powder,
illuminated
Godly diorama,
ethyl, the
compound in
which the radical
exists,
he left with
his cloak afire.
Copyright 11/19/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Blessings and love,
Susan
...as I heard her spurs when she stood up
striking that stick match across her tight denim a$$
& tosses a flamed kiss to him with it...
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
and wondrous writing, Sage.
John
DeB
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D