September Poem
I cannot fashion verses for a love I do not know.
Quiet angel with the catlike eyes
I was in love with you before I knew your name.
Impulsive, and seldom wrong about such things,
I forced my horse to pause beside you;
I lifted you up behind me
And now am streaking headlong somewhere.
You ride well, you look right for the part.
The thrust of your body there and there
As my horse reaches for new ground
Is electric and soft against me.
You laugh low and quiet sometimes
For reasons I cannot imagine.
You hold tight to my waist
Even though you ride like a tiger on a ram.
For days I have ridden like a wild thing--
Like the boy raised by wolves--
Naked and proud and brilliant.
My legs are locked in fat and muscle.
Hot and wet against my monster horse,
I flash my eyes at heaven and hell
And always back to you.
I am in love with the wind
And the ride
And the touch of you there and there.
The tall grasses brush and whip us,
Limbs reach out to pull us down.
We dodge and jump and circle.
We are freedom.
We are untouchable.
We ride together like a wolf-boy and a tiger on a ram.
©Patricia Drake
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