Paranormal Woman #9

Her longitudes are wickedness.
Her anvil is corporeal sorrow.

Mapped fields captivate
the golden vistas of
her fantastic modulations

in far western recesses.

Crosses shatter in her cross hairs.
Bibles lust to be held in her lap.

In what resembles stage direction
for her obscene, mock captivity,

Texas Ranger, Ned Fellows,
introduces himself:

"Real howdy, little lady.
I'm your guide out of here."