The Sundance Wives Forged From the Fire Within

swinging a
hammer on the anvil
pumping the bellows
over the forge fire

anvil bell choir
polygamy pourspout
standing over the smelting pot
kisses scorching hot the learned
blacksmith seductive glances

awkward stances
turn into the flint striker
the resulting sparks aimed
at a triangle heap of tinder red hot
quenched in the oil bath

pussy ringing of the wrath
clenched in the tongs ram's head
fireplace shovel clears the ashes we
f***ed the fire out of

ball peen upon the
anvil horn smashes
Alice Cooper sings
Only Women Bleed
Bob Seger sings Turn
the Page

the reward
of the price we paid
now here we go upon
the stage again The Sundance Wives
forged from the fire within

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist