she dressed
in abandonment's
black attire,

raked the dead
leaves and stacked
fallen twigs for a balefire,

fixed the shutters,
caulked the window panes,
and stored the secret in the deacon's bench,

water rusty, she pumped
the hand pump in the sink,
said the secret to the oversized pipe wrench,

put fresh candles in the wall sconces,
anointed the door knobs with Rose of Sharon,
filled the brass compote with apples and chilled the wines,

they wanted her to occupy the manse,
keep it tended and maintain its paid lease,
groom the arbors entwined with century-old grape vines,

she bathed in pentacles,
the tarot laid out on the towel,
frankincense heard a knock at the door,

rising from the clawfoot tub,
she dried, and answered the door,
Presbyterian cloak dropped to the floor,

lesbian minister strapped
with the secret stored in the deacon's bench,
anointed with Rose of Sharon, inserted her verse,

silver cross around her neck, perspicuity
of preference, on her knees down on the bathmat
closely behind her tenant pumping her wildly,

a woman of the cloak practicing her desires,
penetrating womanly fires; it's when passion
rides above all doctrines that New Age lesbian ministers
appoint the lessee.

12/22/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
New Age Lesbian Spirituality: Sage Sweetwater ROCKS!http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?id=52303