~ Lady Garceau

Lady Garceau

Flying dirt, tufts of grass,
hoof, muscles, a neck extending,
sun

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
whispered?

when I remember 

something she called sacred

kept her from throwing me sideways

beyond all sex

Lady Garceau

rj, 2016, oct