White Caterpillar Black Butterfly

supposed it was
that you would touch
a sanguine stone to bleed
for me for my trip to the catacombs
to retrieve the jasper obelisk my thighs
so welcomed

truth burned
in the glowing
rod the double-digit
image to kiss the idol
after the branding iron
had cooled I sacrificed
the mare's left hip

your lipstick
askew and your
corpse paint mixed
for dreamstime review
alice cooper white caterpillar
kiss black butterfly why you didn't
go down on me when I wrote a preface
to your poem left me wrestling with your
black eyeliner rubbing off on me leaving me
no choice but to straddle and hover

you have
eclectic taste
carpe noctem

there's a place
which I haven't touched
in you until now

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist