Prairie

[DanBierce]

If you were the prairie
and I was grass,
married to your skin,

mustang and antelope
may pound me into you
as they run wild over your body,

while the occasional fire,
born of lightning-gay
nights of merriment
burned me to ashes.

And though you'd feign sleep
as your body cooled,
your smile,

mottled with my black remains,
would expose your desire
for tumbleweed freedom,
and the dust devil's fling.

[~Sophia~]

Wow. I adore the first three lines. The rest is icing! Thanks.

[Pendragon]

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Wonderful, insightful, imagery poetry!

[DanBierce]

Thanks, Sophia and Pendragon. I appreciate the feedback, and glad the poem works well for you.

[cogs]

mustang and antelope
may pound me into you
as they run wild over your body,

i liked this image.
the whole is excellent, and i wish i could do as well.

[DanBierce]

Thanks, Cogs. Glad you enjoyed.