Laying You Orange Peels Over Pine Cones

pine cones
sideways inside cardboard cups
egg cartons recycle your dormant fire
poetry penetrates the shell I'll get to the nutmeat

you are hard
like the season's acorns
rolling between my fingers
how archaeological of a pinnacle
a seeker of comeback demographics
wet you are with the druidess' rain slippery
with moss rise phallic the stones when stonehenge
rocks your thighs banking up the flames all around where
scandal ignites plural fidelity wise tried and true count the ways
to be laid drizzling wax laying you orange peels over pine cones

erotically scented
when has your paraffin ever
been so completely melted that you
cannot move away from the saturation

keeping the fire going
once it started has never
been the issue

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist