Desert Rose

woman decants
sensuality distilled
from perfumed fate bottled
with secrets rising in the pump
of the pheromonius atomizer, I can
smell the ancient scent fervid with sweet
mauve dye extracted from coal tar

I suck papilla,
nipplelike protuberance
of what's hidden down below
under the veil, my lips panegyrical,
highly lauditory and epicurean with voluntary
lisp

white narcissus
blends well with
thigh daggers staring
at me awaiting their removal,
stabbing liquid strings of fidelity

scarlet passion
gritty as the sand
blasting my lips engraving
the petals of her desert rose
secreting perfumed fate, in the
fire she lays me burning

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist