Lady Stetson in the Tack Room
her fragrance
drifted like the moon
from west to east groomed
a saddleblanket draped
horsehair as fine as our times
saddle conchos buffalo nickels and mercury dimes
cat lapping a bowl of milk
straw curled up and went to bed
it was something I heard she said
always keep a spare
key to your heart in case you get locked out
know what her fragrance is about
I looked up at the moon
smelled eternity where she wore me light
f***ed me heavy into the night
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Love,
Deborah
key to your heart in case you get locked out"
I SO like that phrase. I don't always agree with everything you say, Sage, but I always look forward to reading it because I know it will maker me think.
Chip Bergeron
Cheers,
Dan