My horse is a Beach Boy, he’s a Beatle, he’s a Lovin’ Spoonful.
He’s The Doors singing endless loops of “Light My Fire!”
He’s a Corvette, he’s a Porsche, he’s a Ferrari.
My Horse’s long black mane flaps in the breeze –
The very ends flip up, leaving lacy shadows
on the ground beneath his neck.
My Horse is the perfect boyfriend.
He takes me out – we go out on dates all the time
– out into Nature. If only he’d pay the way . . .
He carries me across rain ruts, across streambeds,
over thresholds and through gateways of every kind.
He’s so polite, he opens every door for me.
He knows I like to go fast – and he likes to go FAST, too . . .
My horse is Disneyland, Magic Mountain,
Six Flags, Irwindale Raceway –
My horse is a hot rod, a dragster, a funny car,
a Shelby GT 350.
The Monorail, the Matterhorn, the Viper,
My Horse is so smooth, he’s buttery Chardonnay,
made in small batches in French Oak barrels.
He’s Pinot Noir, the really expensive stuff – Vintners Reserve.
My horse is fine Brandy, he’s Cointreau,
Irish Crème, Italian Limoncello.
Tiramisu, cheesecake, tart key lime pie.
My horse is my soul-mate – through
Blood, sweat – and years – his lineage
Passed down through four generations . . .
My Dream Horse, My Little Pony,
My Pegasus, My Unicorn.
He satisfies all my horsey dreams!
My Horse is an Eagle, a Condor, a Falcon,
Soaring the hillsides and valleys with
precision and ease.
My Horse is an ocean with glimmering
Sunbeams, moonbeams – forever
Dancing and shimmering with light.