Saddle rock

Bedlam at the oasis
she directed me into the pile
A short smack of her tongue
made me feel comfortable
The restraint in effect
was a saddle rock
and two birch trees —
the kind you pine for.
Guys were flaying
out of their
flaming reality —
sieves of scum
on the floor
She poured her
midnight jewels
onto the one she
had scored upon.

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, keen observer. Nature enthusiast!

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