Horses Watched While You Do Your Whoring
a town
by no means dry
whiskey held accountable
wounds saturated with the healer's rye
I brought my desires and the *handbills
fresh with printing press ink
*horses watched
while you do your whoring
I tied
my reins around
the hitching post
*surrender your trade tokens
at instant of admittance
I dug into
my duster pocket
for my saloon token
it was a maverick didn't have
a place name stamped on it I was
easy to identify but where the token
was from remained a mystery
*spurs not to be worn
in the beds
but I
drew the line
further down the *handbill
*soiled beds 1/2 price
the madam
brought up
fresh sheets
*high-grade silver ore
gold dust or nuggets will
also be accepted as payment
whore has that
look in her eye
she knows something
about me douses her nipples
in my whiskey mason says fire in bisbee
we wore that saloon token off
*no discharging
of firearms in the rooms
at the whores or patrons
It was no longer
a mystery - the brothel
rules were broken
*no sleeping in the beds
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Peace and hot horses,
Dayvid