In this lotus
on a river
of coffee
pale parchment blue petals crinkle
in the offshore breezes. Where are
the Horses? Raging upriver, come.
I feel your presence in the strands
of water, memory of mermaid locks
come and curl around my arms,
like dragon’s blood charged with
moonlight. The clay begins to cake,
lifted from the water into breathless
air, the stillness waiting for the
spark, ignition, come.
THIS HORSE I RIDE, COME
Do not flicker like faerie light-
stay this course liquid pigment
passion your foot prints left
behind, come.