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.

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