Give me a fast ride until I'm dizzy - spinning
Round and round.
Falling into the grass, like I was eight.
Let me lean and tight against you, arms looped
Around you, my face pressed
Hard against your worn leather jacket
Smelling of road and rebellion.
Rip through the gears, surge me forward.
Hearing nothing but the engine’s growl.
Thrumming straight through my thighs.
Give me the smell of hot asphalt, the tang of
Gasoline, a pocket of honeysuckle.
Mostly the scent of your hair I grabbed the night before.
Take me to the horse barn with white fences.
Give me a place to lie down, right in the warm hay
Sweet and dry, like toasted straw. Look up, and see
The dust floating down in the sunlight, through thick air.
Let me walk into the tack room,
Breathe in the musty smell,
Rich with sweat, sun and saddle pads: dank and sour.
Give my fingers a velvet muzzle to stroke,
One hand in a clump of mane.
Hear my horse sigh as I cool and cluck,
Grasp its weathers, swing my leg over and settle,
Sink my heels deep into stirrups.
Give me one more ride, a good gallop.
Let me loosen the length of my of the reins
Watch the world slip past.