My loins straddle the dapple gray
Her sinews 'neath my thighs
She shakes her head, impetuous fervor
Awaiting my signal to embark the ride
Forward I lean, her neck to embrace
She turns her face, crystal blue eye
Filled with excitement, it speaks to me
Nostrils flare, arousal high
I read her, she reads me
I sit upright, we each breathe deep
Silver mane now in my palms
Anticipation's climax, heart's pulsing beat
Bodies' rhythms dance as equals
She detects the press from my knees
Tossing her head, she springs forward
Nothing but wind beneath her feet
Passionate fury, we move as one
Rainbow's edge, far side of the storm
Freedom once tasted, never forgotten
Upon my dapple gray unicorn
august 12, 2oo7
judithpiper
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, July 27, 2009
Skyleidoscope
Falling through time
I tumble and float
With rhythm and rhyme
In a pink overcoat
The wind is a bluster
I drift through clouds
Of coconut custard
While thinking out loud
Alice met Hatter
After she fell
But what did it matter
By the end of the tale
What is the purpose
Of my little trip
No fuss, no muss
Light sail, loose grip
Ice crystals bright
Sparkle and glow
Prism-bent light
Creates a rainbow
Sliding down red
I slip into green
Making my bed
On rivers unseen
With lollipop dreams
And the moon on a stick
All this it seems
Is a fanciful trick
Now morning is met
I greet this fair day
And I shan't forget
Skyleidoscope Way
may 24, 2oo8
judithpiper
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Sometimes I like to right fanciful poems. May 24, 2008, was one of those days. Around our home, we tend to make up words regularly too. ;-)
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I tumble and float
With rhythm and rhyme
In a pink overcoat
The wind is a bluster
I drift through clouds
Of coconut custard
While thinking out loud
Alice met Hatter
After she fell
But what did it matter
By the end of the tale
What is the purpose
Of my little trip
No fuss, no muss
Light sail, loose grip
Ice crystals bright
Sparkle and glow
Prism-bent light
Creates a rainbow
Sliding down red
I slip into green
Making my bed
On rivers unseen
With lollipop dreams
And the moon on a stick
All this it seems
Is a fanciful trick
Now morning is met
I greet this fair day
And I shan't forget
Skyleidoscope Way
may 24, 2oo8
judithpiper
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Sometimes I like to right fanciful poems. May 24, 2008, was one of those days. Around our home, we tend to make up words regularly too. ;-)
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