Sunday, May 20, 2007
Like a Wild Horse
Coming makes him look more beautiful
into a room with light through leaves.
He jumps her and she's started, running again
to the sound of merry bells.
Against the wall, thrown,
light in her shape - it shivers, it shakes, she
undoes the weight of him with her
Hanged high, like a wild horse
she breaks him over her belly, he
tosses his hooves against the light,
falls shining into her improvised embrace.
He sings to her, she whinnies, is
turning her elegant face to the light.
He walks beneath her, she tightens
her thighs around his pounding heart.
Coming makes her look more beautiful.
Music flutters about them like many-coloured
butterflies. The light is flinging their shadows
into the sky as if they were birds set free.
(c) 2007 JL Williams
Posted by JL Williams at 5/20/2007 10:03:00 am