you were once
standing in communion

unfolding your arms
from the top shelfholders
of your breasts in the Milky Way
aviary like the birds unfolding their wings

and what you
said to me turned
the wine a deeper shade

I must say the sensual
security alarms of the Pleiadean
magnetic field went off quite fast

indigo flowed from
the place we both prayed face
the waterfall cascaded
sending a rush
 
the waterwheel went wild
and we chose the most perfect
gourds on the heavenly irrigated
Amish farms

the horse's mane done
in prophecy braid

what was it you said to me?
"my tongue was seeded from the stars
and your labia is bright upon my face"...

and we watered the universe...

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist