Black Unicorn

mysterious sex
performed under black light
horn twisting fire riding my back
screaming from the pit of my depth

buffalo skin drum
painted with a black unicorn
she says she puts it back to earlier
times

I say what's done
is done leave it with scars
ride what is yours tame no beast
let the leather absorb the salt into
the wounds; you paid with the cure bequeathed
you from the crone who wizened you with unicorn lather
fit for a f***er in hooves

'twas animal magnetism
which bit your wayward hock
it behooves you give in the name
of its proper due where attention paid
out in coin as quick as the gold came your way
'tis but a shame a trick is the ruse in the grain
where the black unicorn feeds from the lesson nourishing
better judgment of those she rides for the black unicorn
was once snookered herself

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist