You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes:
And because love battles, I’d saddle you.
And because love straddles steel horses so soon,
there is only now, like a fuse that is due;
Like a song that is strung or an easel in bloom,
there is a permanence in transience as all things resume,
all life consumes, all loves commune: As a fire renewed
I am with you, ample enough heat to gelidity eschew.
And you!, you seep, you pore over me,
you pour over: deep. A long-awaited sea
You quench, relief, like sought for dreams
as thoughts recede against your vibrant seams
that hint at love that seems unbounded;
In me, in time, our love, compounded.