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Equus Poeticus Variabilis

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Equus Poeticus Variabilis

I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch

sometimes they find water, sometimes 
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean

over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, 
like a computer’s command mode

taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves

and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun

overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.

This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead 

in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading 

me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever. 

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  1. Date: 4/9/2013 7:25:00 AM
    Wow, I love it. What a nice journey you've taken me on. Thank You. Also wanted to say thanks for your comments on my poem "Attraction". Thanks again Sheri. Doug

  1. Date: 4/3/2013 8:40:00 PM
    enjoyed this little gallop into the realms Thanks for stopping by today and saying Hi/ SuZ

  1. Date: 3/27/2013 9:10:00 PM
    This poem reads like a state shifting from a dream to a nightmare and back again. It makes contact with the subconscious, I don't really know how to describe it, but every once it a while I come across a poem that teeters on the edge of that realm. I like it.