what went on
in the bed that night
woke up a cross in the
sky, there was a gay guy
we watched on the monitor,
the soft light hard, his palm pilot
in a roadmap of veins, he was turning
on Route 69, a stud popped in, they rode
the face of moonlight, the gasps manly erotic,

she turned
to me and asked
does this idea attach
itself with buckles? The
other one, she clenched
the sheets so tight we saw
the white of her knuckles that
night, the fire of desire was hotter
than a match, to imitate the turning
on Route 69, they got in gear, muted
the sound, adjusted the contrast, the gay
guys on the monitor, what went on in bed
that night woke up a cross in the sky.

Copyright 6.9.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist