poem 314 of a poem a day for 2012

so you tell me

you say horse saddle me

pull the strap tight

and cinch me

to your straw basket

in the marsh reeds

on your knees

crawling the diamonds

you receive unlocking

the tightly wound desires

you never thought

would see the light of day

bend yourself into tomorrow

into the cupped spanks

that make a Dawn sound

each time they strike

the Moon just right

crickets are listening

they slow down

the frequencies

to catch their breath

as you might do

when you start

to eat everything

that’s not on the menu

so you say

you want dessert first

and you ask for permission

with a smile as I laugh

as this is really

an admission

you want

to be on top too

EJR ©