HORSES
There is never evidence of when
I have made love to you.
The wind addresses the sails
But the tales could be of anyone.
I am just beyond this room
Where the tops of trees
Can show me only the flights of birds.
Then the music fades as if it
Hadn’t expected anyone to be
Listening to it carefully.
So I’ll tell you once again.
This is my heart. I love you.
It washes away in the wind.
I am confused by the way words
Want to push me away here
And allow a blank white
Chariot to stand ready but unwilling
To make any move.
I grab the reins totally uninformed.
I see you there before me.
I can learn. I will know your song.
Sing it to me..
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