Bareback Rider

Wild music blowin’ in her mane,

She needs a bareback rider who won’t give her no pain.

—Heart, “Kick It Out”

Blackface. White lines.

You pulsate fine.

We lose our minds.

Come inside ’er.

Bareback rider.

Cold light. Tight jeans.

The moon is green.

Twinks grind the teens.

Come inside ’er.

Bareback rider.

Thin nails. My back.

Your undone slacks.

Your pipe-filled crack.

Come inside ’er.

Bareback rider.

Melt into clouds.

Wet with your sounds.

Come inside ’er.

Bareback rider.