I`d like to call you my wild horse and feed you silver sage I`d like to paint my poems with desert tongued clay acrossyour back and ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind through a green and wild Kentucky I`d like to make you my secret sun blazing dark and red in the orchards and I would steal away to watch the way your silver belly bends and bows beneath me I`d make you my wings in the foothills of Montana my lover in the oceans of the world I`d make you my many calico children and scatter you across the green memories of home I`d be your hungry valley and sow your golden fields of wheat in my womb