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Click herewhere legs meet
your touchy geometry
firm pillows called thigh
part for this visitor
he greets separately
touching long to each
that you hurry
when he drops a little behind
rotate
your spine takes life
raised banner-like
propped for admiration
and salute
you enjoy the snap of hand
click of boot heels
new textures
worn straps
odor of saddle soap
lope of visitor
his rough crop
leather tonguing
bottomed triple tawse
no surfeit
in this poem reminds me, takes me back to summers hanging out at the Griggs' stables, they had racking horses and Tennessee walkers-- almost impossible to enjoy the ride, but the wash was something very special, they appreciate a bath almost as much as food, such graceful intelligent creatures they are :)
Oxy this is an interesting read. To my eye/ear it seems like you wrote a fuller verse and then went back to it with your grammar's paring knife, peeling and slicing till only cubes of pure fleshed poesy are left. Fill in the corings readers with your own herbs and spices. >?)))><