Desert Plume~

geldings batter themselves against what they lost

my two step across the sand

only rubs the wound raw

mares look through me

wild eyes rolling

they don’t do well with a see through girl

stallions understand my pressure

eager to pound my heart

with bone hooves

mounting bareback

my saddle their spine

lush mane my reigns

they give me lead

plumes of white breath

flared nostrils

the sky breaks open

lightning between my breasts

rain

my cloak

screaming across the desert floor

a girl

a horse

an open vein in a canyon

 

someday this memory will reopen

and I can stop pretending to be a flesh and blood woman

nudge the hourglass

sand streaming up my thighs

a stallion

waiting

to give lead

to my pressure

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

A fierce enigma of being informs this deceptively simple equine adventure, registering rueful geldings, and transparency spooking the mares, a marriage of impressive animal vitalism and lighter than air spirit, subtle in its pressures, certain in its ways, free to ride time-free and wonder-wild.

[Angel Veselinov]

I am new to your poetry but i am really into it :) already :P thanks for sharing

[Moonflower]

This was interesting to read, the style was unique and I enjoyed the picture you created, riding a horse is always a beautiful experience. My favorite lines were these though, from the last stanza..........someday this memory will reopen
and I can stop pretending to be a flesh and blood woman

[Tony]

This poem is Awesome!
Nothing is quite as cool as a bareback run through a stormy desert afternoon. And this describes it eloquently.
It is awesome for the horse as well, I might add.

[Bard Constantine]

Time and failure to conjure an apt combination of worthy words prevent me from truly describing how impressed I am after reading this. Suffice to say I am stunned.

[Nancy S.]

Every drop of ink you shed creates unspeakable beauty~ I am continually amazed by the depth of you and endless amount of talent within that depth.

[heich]

you never fail to impress me.

[Tate Morgan]

With my years racing horses I have to say you have some horse blood as well

[FireWoman]

Woman & Horse will be eternally together, blissfully free and joyful. In this life or any other, those stallions do not stand a chance with your passionate intellect~

[Ann Marcaida]

Sounds like a beautifully-disguised death wish, Selene. Excellent editing! Featured on my Twitter account today.

[Dream Weaver]

Mighty close to a hidden meaning
here. Carefully blending the best
of both worlds, equestrian and
human desire...very nice write...