Wild Horses
just as you begin to feel you figured it out / you will harden into stone / boy-cum-comet ablaze / and you will plummet
And many times I have given myself to summits like these. Ride in, ride high. Ride until the clouds break. Melvin Dixon, 'Getting Your Rocks Off'
Fantasies tug at my waist / snug ropes coo and coax / taut to tease / come and play / where the wild things are / where sunshine speckles scant / diffuse and dancing through curling clouds / where the quiet heat of longing stirs through the lean loins of your animal / desire let it in / let that panther pounce / let it in / let that cavernous and moist hunger draw you into its depths / let it in / let it pulse and thump / let it in / let that mad hatter pump until you combust / into stars / and while you are there / floating and full to the brim / with what cannot confer your crown / just there, where love feels true and close and ultimate / just there, enraptured in this bliss / you were promised and denied / just there, as you gaze into the crystal / ball twirling between your fingers / just as you begin to feel / you figured it out / you will harden into stone / boy-cum-comet ablaze / and you will plummet / a fireball / chaos / careening towards the very places / you tried to run from / and they will weep for you / in the valleys / you felt so trapped in / and you will crash / and you will burn / and they will weep for you / and you will destroy the hope you were tending / so faithfully in the valleys / you felt so trapped in / when the cowboy you mistook for / God put his bit in your eager mouth / and rode you into oblivion.
Stunning.