"You and I get better with age and we drink from the golden chalice tipping the velvet."
― Sage Sweetwater Skeeterrenault
“We cannot accept any code or creed that uniformly defrauds woman of all her natural rights.”
― Elizabeth Cady Stanton, The Woman's Bible
Our Bengals Talk Forest
Your gardenia
Opens its petals
On my side of the bed
When you
Whisper to me
"Water it"
I remind you
To empty the rain
Gauge
A wax cylinder flickering
One of those tall glass
Jesus votive candles
Flowery cinnamon
Aroma all spelled out
In Psalm 45
It rains
For 80 hours
Our bengals talk forest
Primitive and wild
Your leopard scent comes
Across my face identical to my own
I heard you
Say "wear me like a
Leopard, I come from nature"
Copyright Sage Sweetwater
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