DawnRide

My breath smokes out past eyes that roll toward your scent
mixing with the steam that rises from my flanks,
          the blanket off.

My nostrils flare to catch your musk,
my haunches twitch
          and I await your mounting.

Grip firm the horn to gain your seat,
leg high and heave
          to settle in my saddle.

Ride me as a well-bred dame her stallion does:
shoulders open, back erect and arching,
          posting high and hard.

Let me gallop to start and to work up a lather,

          and stand in the stirrups awhile and then

                   taking a fist full of reins and mane

clamp your thighs and force me to a rolling  canter,

holding back the trembling tension

          eager for the sprint,

                   and then we

take the hurdles as one creature,
flow and surge through turn and straight,
          strain and ache together ‘til we
                   catch sight of the final gate.

Now in furious headlong flight
we hurtle down the homeward stretch.

Bend low to taste my salty mane.
Hear the roaring of my breath.

The pounding thrusting gallop throws us forward to the precipice
until with one last lunge we leap the river
          and for one eternal moment
                   float outside of time and space.

My flanks and your legs

          brushing bushes and tall grass

                   sweat and dewdrops mingle

heaving chest and pounding pulse

          settle to a glowing bond.

Thunder echoes

          deep vibrations

                   shiver, crest and tingle:

wind-blown ripples on the pond.

Freckles

Your spirit dances naked

          through your frank and open gaze-

                   through tall, cool glasses.

Freckles under black silk boxers,

          chestnut hair and speckled body,

                   Bird and antelope, and girl.

Woman with slim limbs laid wide

          in unselfconscious comfort,

                   lamb with tiny leopard spots,

more mind than body,

          more soul than mind,

                   red hair holding molten thoughts...

I ponder all your warm, wet secrets-

          fluid form infused with flame.

Ever since I've dreamed your passion,

                   Wondered-

                                      is the real the same?

Swimsuit

What need have I of X-ray eyes?

          I have an X-ray mind,

and my imagination tells me more

          than senses ever could.

A radiation comes to me

          from deep within your private parts.

I know your taste and temperature

          and feel your tendons tense

                   at my intrusion.

I see as through a speculum

          each detail, pink or tan.

You needn't worry if it shows.

It does, and yet I am not proud-

have no disdain for your humanity.

It's simply you                 and me.

And if my fancy errs,

          time turns it true

                   to me...

and we would never see the same

          even if we shared these eyes

because -like mine- your mind contains your sight.

Your X-ray mind can see a truth in me.