I like to call you my wild horse   (and feed you silver sage ? )   I'd like to paint my poems with   Desert tongued clay across her back   And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind   Through green and wild kentucky      I'd like to make you my secret song   Blaze and dark and red in the orchards   And I would steal away to watch the way   Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me      I'd make you my wings in the foothills of montana   My lover in the oceans of the world   I'd make you... of children   And I would scatter you across my green memories of home   I'd make you my hungry valley   And sow your golden fields and wheats my own      If I were a painter   I would paint you with this note   Silver traces on your skin   And if I were a writer   I would write these words on your back   In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind? )      I'd make you my secret song   Blazing in the orchard   And I would steal away   To watch the way your silver belly   Bends and bows beneath me      I'd make you my wings in the foothills of montana   Make you my lover in the oceans of the world   I'd make you my calico children   And I would scatter you across my green memories of home   I'd be your hungry valley   And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own      If I were a writer   I would make you my wild horse   I'd paint you silver sage and   Ride you savagely through green wild country      (? ? ? ) swedish verses      And you are the rose on my alter   I worship you eternally in flight   Like the wave ?       I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs   And watch them....?    For your hair is the rain   And it soaks across the continents of my skin   These hands that worship you so completely      You see this woman standing before you   Naked and seared, true of intent,   I don't need you   I want you near      For you are my love   You are my flower of the sun   You are my lover for all time   You wake in the morning   For your sun(flowers? )   You wake in the morning   With your kiss      I'll be your hungry valley   And sow your golden fields of wheat...?       And you are the rose on my alter   I worship you eternally in flight   Like the wave ?       You be my calico children   I'll scatter you across my green memories of home