I like to call you my wild horse

(And feed you silver sage ?)

I'd like to paint my poems with

desert tongued clay across her back

And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind

Through green and wild Kentucky

I'd like to make you my secret song

Blaze and dark and red in the orchards

And I would steal away to watch the way

Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me



I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana

My lover in the oceans of the world

I'd make you... of children

And I would scatter you across my green memories of home

I'd make you my hungry valley

And sow your golden fields and wheats my own



If I were a painter

I would paint you with this note

Silver traces on your skin

And if I were a writer

I would write these words on your back

In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?)



I'd make you my secret song

Blazing in the orchard

And I would steal away

To watch the way your silver belly

Bends and bows beneath me



I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana

Make you my lover in the oceans of the world

I'd make you my calico children

And I would scatter you across my green memories of home

I'd be your hungry valley

And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own



If I were a writer

I would make you my wild horse

I'd paint you silver sage and

Ride you savagely through green wild country



Swedish verses



And you are the rose on my alter

I worship you eternally in flight

Like the wave ?



I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs

And watch them....?

For your hair is the rain

And it soaks across the continents of my skin

These hands that worship you so completely



You see this woman standing before you

Naked and seared, true of intent,

I don't need you

I want you near



For you are my love

You are my flower of the sun

You are my lover for all time





You wake in the morning

For your sun(flowers?)

You wake in the morning

With your kiss



I'll be your hungry valley

And sow your golden fields of wheat...?

And you are the rose on my alter

I worship you eternally in flight

Like the wave ?



You be my calico children

I'll scatter you across my green memories of home