Outside Riding: Poem for National Poetry Month

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I want to mount you in a field of flowers
and ride you as the wind blows ‘round
Let’s bathe in a sunshine shower
and feel the burn as we both come down

You are the blade in my sunlit sheath
You are the cream in my hand-me-brown
You are the air of my fiery wreath
Come plant your earth in me and drown

Outside riding, where we feel in the light what’s real
There’s no hiding from the steel of our body wheel

I want to wrap around your Maypole
and twirl like a spinning top
Let’s free the horses from the stable
we can ride all day, nonstop

You are the seed in my apple core
You are the stick in my caramel pop
You are the sand on my evening shore
Come, let me lick your salt water drop

Outside riding, where our secret can be told
There’s no hiding in the sunlit fields of gold

Riding long and sliding fast
Racing out into the east
Hold me tighter; grip my soul
Keep me close but let me roll

Outside riding, inside gliding
Outside breaking all the rules
Inside lighting up the night
Outside, inside, it’s alright