Fire Horse: Carnage of Purifying Flame

storms ride
a tincture of
opium on the tip
of a match, volatile
loping in carnage of
purifying flame

bagpipes fuel
the fire, the human
and equine lung, we burn
as One, cosmic octave fire
bellows pump oxygen's passionate
breath of destruction, that horse burns
with laudanum's deception

it won't be
long until the
Tower tarot card
intervenes with the
Death, hold this thought;
unbridled passion reigning in
scorching fate outlined in blazing
tail and mane

intervention quiets
what was foreordained
in the name of her quirt
branding my ass in orgasmic
relief in transference of healing
another so in need, I pass her off
temporarily handing her over in carnage
of purifying flame

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist