Plural Sagittari

wood bane,
Earth deity hoe,
I stood at her undivided
attention when she answered
no, the question asked, she blushed,
my forwardness trenched the soil of rich
eco-f***ery - yes, you’ve heard me use that
word before for all its worth, what I asked brought
you to your knees,

spear din,
blood ember,
slaughter dew,
the kenning translated
battle ax blood, her intoxicating
scent I always knew, now I want to
always, always remember, for if I choose
to make a pass at her again, I will insist mistletoe
pretty up the swan of blood, the ravens eat the dead
at battlefields, I eat her plural – Sagittari –  one November,
one December,

poetic
devices
of seduction,
expression set
in her thighs, usually
two words, often hyphenated,
taken far beyond what would be
natural in prose, but natural in passion,

her scent
embedded in
my nose – morphology
of old Norse, kenning a
noun substitute, whole clauses
interwoven bane of wood equals
Fire, do you object, we both know
the meaning of the base word, a metaphor
is a kenning only if -

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

“did you plan on letting me masturbate and watching me cum screaming ‘it was the owl who made me do it?’"