Turnsole

the night came down
in shades of heliotrope
scenting the vagina monologue

the topic rose
as we tightened the
straps securely watching
other women unromantically
inclined to sapphic polygamy,
those dick whipped in the marriage
sciences and erotic visual arts

in the seats we packed -
the house of cirque du soleil
we watched brilliant violet fire
erupt from the stage and it came to
us we ourselves are performers of that
shade who turn with the sun - pick a nom de plume
old world valerian - turnsole - heliotrope

allegria - a baroque ode
the evolution and social
transformations - flamboyant
in mind jewels

medieval manuscript
illuminators extracting
scent from portable erections
joining vegetable-based woad and
indigo queen of blue colorants through
purple to red we have now learned how to
paint a turnsole erotic drapery in fresco we are
but soaked textiles

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist