Witch Horse

I dreamt up a girl on a horse

Buckled boots strapped to a broom

Blond hair dancing in sunlight

Lost in the golden horse mane

She wore a black chasuble

Tasseled tabernacle on open legs

A cape of turquoise ostrich feathers

Lifting to reveal her bruised derriere

For she delights in the saddled sting

While prancing from treetop to sun

Every buck the devil’s hot pinch

Her grin so orgasmic and chaste

Till the hooves finally rest in the heavens

On a meadow of glistening fool’s gold

Her horse sipping from Abel’s blood

A river crimsoned with martyrs milk

So she loosens her chasuble rope

Like Salome unties Herod’s knot

Releases her shroud to an angel’s wind

And tosses her wig to the maggot bees

She is Cain with a blush in her cheeks

And blue balls snapped by two twigs

A brother in search of his favored keeper

A horse trapped in his gilded cage

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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