Love's Impropriety Upon a white horse I ride, A circle of daisies in my hair, A ruby ring around my heart. Cold, trembling hands clutch the flowing mane, Bare feet brace the wide sides, My skirt bunches around my thighs. Through the woods, Faster, faster down the narrow trail We gallop, I cry. Tears streak the dirt of my cheeks. I sense the distance between us; I feel the freedom of the wind; the whistling branches snap my face. I want to be one with the horse, To feel the instinct, The fierce animal desire. I see you galloping, your sleek black muscles working hard, Your hooves pounding the grass into submission. We stop...you approach gently. Your arms reach for me, Your human voice surrounds me, Filling the void no man could ever fill. Lips to lips, we kiss, Then I climb upon my centaur, Leaving the mare whinnying in the wind. Dena L Moore July 17, 2001 Love's Impropriety appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Love's Impropriety Upon a white horse I ride, A circle of daisies in my hair, A ruby ring around my heart. Cold, trembling hands clutch the flowing mane, Bare feet brace the wide sides, My skirt bunches around my thighs. Through the woods, Faster, faster down the narrow trail We gallop, I cry. Tears streak the dirt of my cheeks. I sense the distance between us; I feel the freedom of the wind; the whistling branches snap my face. I want to be one with the horse, To feel the instinct, The fierce animal desire. I see you galloping, your sleek black muscles working hard, Your hooves pounding the grass into submission. We stop...you approach gently. Your arms reach for me, Your human voice surrounds me, Filling the void no man could ever fill. Lips to lips, we kiss, Then I climb upon my centaur, Leaving the mare whinnying in the wind. Dena L Moore July 17, 2001 Love's Impropriety appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
