Poetic Outlaw
By johnqpublic
i ride on my arabian mare through dusty fields of chapparral and bleached bones on my way to your village i come to seep into your mind like the daydreams that wander into your idle moments i come to charm, to woo you with the glistening words that tumble so easily from my lips & leave you helplessly entranced by my dark beauty if you saw me on the street, you would look through me but I'm riding to your secret place of warmth and comfort, to seduce you with the gift thrown to me by god or devil my exhausted steed carries me over one last rise; and i see your village of tidy houses of weathered wood sleeping peacefully in noonday sun unaware my pulse quickens, in anticipation of a stolen heart for me as you numbly wander through a mundane day i spur my mount with a subtle movement & she speeds me across that last mile of desert; soon, i will reach your home & make it mine with your heart as a bauble on a chain dangling against my chest. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 07:26 AM PST 10 • 0
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