she's in her
woof and warp
frame of mind,

weaving loom
threads on the warp,
running lengthwise, and her?
she's running cool water to pat
her hot cheeks, which way is she
going? face flushed with burning desire,

her woof
woven across
passionate boundaries,
past life memories, pussy,
she weaves in time warp of
ancient star patterns, textile art,
she's afire,

seducing her
designs, upon
me she rides a
tapestry of cosmic
yarn, Dreamweaver,
her bobbins releasing
their secrets, millenia-wound
wounds healing, it's been so long 
in coming, she f***s me in a simple
geometric pattern, my name woven into
the cosmic coverlet, planetary bedspread,
we are Jupiter's Fire.

Copyright 1/2/2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist