Psychopoetics

Act I:
gothic frankincense
loaded in the censer you
sat me down in a corner with
my back against the bricks facing me
to the truth as I stared into the candelabra
flames

Act II:
you discalced
clad in a sheer frock
with a black hood a silver cross
hung around your neck recited a poem
in simultaneous rhythm with pestle and mortar
in a ritual of pulverizing orris-root

"confidence is at the root
I do have a certain fondness
for dark sensuality...I have lain dormant
in the broad daylight between the shadow and
the soul..."

Act III:
daylight revealed the scarecrow
you cast seed the decoy retreated
within me when I sat with my back against
the bricks last night facing me to the truth

Act IV:
we work in the dark
passion is our task even
pearls are dark before the white

Act V:
pranic ether
harvesting polyamory
you cultivate the truth seeking
it with an uncontrollable urge so
intense you become it

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist