Parts of You

UNINTEGRATED YOU Hello parts of you, I can see you’re  Standing, wondering and Pondering the use of limbs  That would caress and  Enclose or Push away And urge the many To the fray Where horses Fire manes and  Whips  Lost in canyons Of misty delusions Turn in the dark and  Huddle together, Waiting for a  Rider whose  Mind is set on A path definitive. Yet the froth on The coats of  Tiresome colts  Say something else, And look  To golden afternoon light, Stop for a moment,  Breath all steamy and rising, Before gambolling away  Into the early night, Spirits unbridled and  Tempers alight.