I’d always had a thing

about horses
meet me at the stallion’s
head I told him
it’s always lit so beautifully

nostril flare
bronze eccentricity
who like me
waits

I play a little game
what if he was complete
alive to sidle up to me
fizz-pulse

heart race
what if I peeled off
these few summer
clothes ride bare back

Equus-like Godiva style
but the thing is Prince
or Shadow whatever your
name

I don’t trust your teeth
your head-smash
kick - I wait in pretty
light - no one’s

I’d always had a thing

coming & you’re
not real and why
have I got sugar lumps
in the pocket of my dress