The Storm I Brought With Me
whore voice
ghost on the horizon
my years riding in her mirage
I'm coming in finally
no anonymity
oath or delusion
there never was a name
I recall a rusty wagon wheel
missing spokes of illusion
hell collected
fireproof coats for
the cold unrepentant
my horse carried me far—
a journey long overdue
my coins in trade
spiritual service thighs pressed
in a volume of memory between covers no charade
it's good to hear her silence agrees with a reason I know not
I'm coming in finally
woman on
a journey like me
she watches from the upstairs window
when I ride in with the storm I brought with me she's coming in finally
electricity to
the town is cut off
whore voice ghost on the horizon
my years riding in her mirage
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Ron