sleeping stallion
underneath the firetouched trees
grinding bone beneath cheeks

saddle up softly
approaching gallop breath
with a chorus of furies

la sognatore sighs,
inhaling the coolwater breeze.
take a swift bite, slight nibble

force sunrays through
and gaze without the fogginess
of midnight hours roamed

see the bridalstar which straddles waistline
claim the temple arched above,
thrust upon throne for the taking...

and adoringly collapse,
shoulder, necks, and shoulder.

10/24/2002

Posted on 10/24/2002
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