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.

[Jibey]

The bareback riding on the powerful stallion, the violent elements on her naked body - these are stirring images of desire and arousal ... Full of energy and wild abandon, intense and burning

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The poetic vein of society seemed to run dry, and then I read your poetry. Poetry is in your blood, in your heart, and in your soul. You write with such a vivid passion and such eloquent artistry, and I am grateful.

Linda Marie

[Morning Star]

OMG Such splendid images and vibrant words bring your work to life
Rich imagery bringing up a lot of thoughts
to your readers mind ( me )
this piece is canvas painted with your quill
Brilliant Piece!!

[Antonio Valentino]

"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"

Wow!

This was gorgeous Selene!
Antonio xx

[Maurice]

Very visually descriptive. You've done it again.

[Ed Hart]

yes, you create a lot of havoc walking through our big barn yard; but you'll tire of it

[Robin]

the freedom , the spirit , the hope , the determination ... you are an amazing woman

[Brad]

the nose knows...i and i know what you mean...the desert calls...because once you've been there, the sand stays in you...guiding you back to where you once grew