Monday, May 24, 2010



Across the cool dirt to your barn
I ride bareback
the horse you tamed for me,
nuzzling thighs,
one beast, one rider,
tandem dreams.


Running bare
through Montana snows,
cool press of ice
thawing lip to lip,
I fall laughing by the fire
wrapped only in your eyes.


Casting wild,
the river's cool current
thrills my hands,
it rains, rivulets
taste our skin:
two shimmering trout.

I hold you trembling
in the cool air
prompting gently,
is this what you want?
You whisper catch, release,
swim away, and die.

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