Pentecostal Timothy

Grappling hook
Hangs over the rafters
Barn owl talons guard the bible verse

Spit on the deuce
Draw the ace
Marked with candle wax

Pentecostal Timothy
Alfalfa hay Blessed holding the
Mystery of the faith in a pure conscience

Bees wax dripping
In a crotch of lust
Nourishing sexual Enlightenment

Apocalypse honey and jam locked in the trunk
Pancake swing on a rope
Hemp rubbing between her thighs

She pumps higher
The orgasm she needs
Within a scream's throw over the rafters

Sheep manger below her
From where they masturbate
Reading the Tarot in the straw

The easel catches a shaft
Of Golden Light splayed on Born Again
Canvas stretched with imagination

Naked underneath in a longtail shirt
One of the others climbs the bales of
Pentecostal Timothy up the stairway to heaven

White butterflies swarm through
The loft double doors where she prays
To the stars who seeded her

Does it feel of arousal
When the author
Uses the religion of seduction?

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist