Eternal Twinship

we're read
in the erotica journals
spread open wide on bedside tables
those women bold enough to have sanguine
coloring inside their wine glasses to mellow the
pounding clitoral fire of our passionate infernos

her copper days
shaped into malleable designs
both of us non-sabbatarians practicing sapphism
on sunday times five when polygamy aligns

the homing pigeons
back in our possession
after our latest scandal
they carried it to the east coast
on to ellesmere island stuffed in a silver canister
windfall the way the crow flies trailing the wolves she
shapes jewelry to let me obtain my sexual pleasure from
seeing things her fingers caressing the onion with a slim bulb
crying out my leek she says scallion she's seen my gardnerian ghost

husbandry a strong purgative
salary-earning class collectively
there's not an archer who is eating
breadcrumbs nor letting her wives starve
spiritually or mealwise; sageship transforms
eternal twinship into wisdom and so much love to give

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist