Red Dawn: The Prostitute's Heels
fashionably pumped
moon enlarged sapphic
equinox caters to a new age
madam with horse whips dipped
in cayenne, brandy optional twenty
dollars a taste from her lipstick-rimmed
waterford crystal glass
she sells
earth-based
need fostered by
cosmic pheromone
propositioned by sixth
sense reverberated in octave
note patchouli, her vagina sings
a woman geocentric
negotiated
in ether at red
dawn, she switches
roles - my money is wisely
spent, the prostitute's heels
enlighten me of elevated desire
cayenne brings
me to my knees when
she soars to her own drama
its memory surfaces
on the backside of the
moon
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always and by your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Love,
Deborah