Equestrian Eyes Poem by Joshua Bantum

A sobering flash of light
the first one of that morning
came through our yet to be fixed,
living room window.

We had not made love prior this sunrise
for the mulch of passion was then
infertile.

Understanding this
I withheld my advance
knowing the fruit possible to yield
could,
would be sweeter if I choose to wait.

Together after awakening we stripped tires
opperated on bikes
drank tea
I contemplated whiskey...
but we drank more tea

Leaving my house
that sobering light had multipled
by the millions
sewn itself to a thick sheet
now covering us
as we mounted our bikes.

I saw her eyes change
throughout all of this
but her smile supporting those feelings
was consistent
gentle, always a bit embarrassed
as if she'd never smiled before
and wasn't quite sure if she was approaching it correctly.

Her eyes now
as we were riding
grew distant as we weaved eachother.

Her equestrian eyes...
I could see their canter
her soul behind them
swallowed back down
into the valleys where it rested safe,
where I drew upon its infinte sorce
the night before.