I like to call you my wild horse. (And feed you silver sage ?). I'd like to paint my poems with. desert tongued clay across her back. And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind. Through green and wild Kentucky. I'd like to make you my secret song. Blaze and dark and red in the orchards. And I would steal away to watch the way. Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me. I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana. My lover in the oceans of the world. I'd make you... of children. And I would scatter you across my green memories of home. I'd make you my hungry valley. And sow your golden fields and wheats my own. If I were a painter. I would paint you with this note. Silver traces on your skin. And if I were a writer. I would write these words on your back. In desert tongue clay deep in (your wind?). I'd make you my secret song. Blazing in the orchard. And I would steal away. To watch the way your silver belly. Bends and bows beneath me. I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana. Make you my lover in the oceans of the world. I'd make you my calico children. And I would scatter you across my green memories of home. I'd be your hungry valley. And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own. If I were a writer. I would make you my wild horse. I'd paint you silver sage and. Ride you savagely through green wild country. (???) Swedish verses. And you are the rose on my alter. I worship you eternally in flight. Like the wave ?. I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs. And watch them....?. For your hair is the rain. And it soaks across the continents of my skin. These hands that worship you so completely. You see this woman standing before you. Naked and seared true of intent. I don't need you. I want you near. For you are my love. You are my flower of the sun. You are my lover for all time. You wake in the morning. For your sun(flowers?). You wake in the morning. With your kiss. I'll be your hungry valley. And sow your golden fields of wheat...?. And you are the rose on my alter. I worship you eternally in flight. Like the wave ?. You be my calico children. I'll scatter you across my green memories of home.