I sit in
An old porch swing
Rocking gently
To and fro
As I watch
A gravel drive,
Waiting,
Somehow knowing
You will soon appear.
I don't know this place,
I don't know this time,
But I know you,
Somehow
I know you
As intimately as
I know myself;
I know your face,
I know your scent,
And I know
You know me, too.
Then, suddenly,
There you are,
Riding from the trees,
Confident and comfortable
Upon a proud chestnut
Stallion.
You see me and
Set your heels,
Cantering until
You rein to a stop
Before me.
We stare for
A long moment,
Then you smile and
Reach your hand
And I go to you.
You lift me up,
Settling me before you
Across the saddle,
Giving me a warm, wet,
Erotic kiss
Before turning our mount
And riding slowly
Back the way you came,
Into the future.

c. 2020