Tuesday, October 11, 2016

~ Lady Garceau

Lady Garceau

Flying dirt, tufts of grass,
hoof, muscles, a neck extending,
they’re off on unity
in erotic love
and I raging against my seat
on her back
how do I tell this girl
wind kicking me 
something heard only when
when I remember 
something she called sacred
kept her from throwing me sideways
beyond all sex
Lady Garceau
rj, 2016, oct