Throes of Ancient Bleed

you lay
there cushioned
for the blow - it's
a fixer oh you bet it is
I don't hear you saying no
that pillow softens what binds
us together in times of need oh
the throes of ancient bleed - the
only lordly thing to do I am tending
to - you after dark for a lengthy interval
facing the music

I should think
the intermittent
song coming from your lips
are long overdue enraptured sighs
I hear your cries so please grant me
the grace of wonder awe me in every crevice
of you enravished I ask permission to let me pay
the conciliatory due between your thighs

obvious
pacification
if you can think
of a better way get
behind her standing behind me
simpatico the wine in hand in synch
if we may

do you
think I'm going
to let you live with it
without fixing it? do you now?

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist