By Anthony Cam (a pseudonym, used to maintain sexual credibility)
I was senseless when she gentled me.
Between my teeth I took the bloodstained bit of love
And leaped, how high, heavenward to my top-heaviest rosiest clouds
And still could not unseat
Her chaste knees and violent heels upon my ribs.
Up there I rolled on thunderheads,
Swam mackerel skies,
Scraped my sublime wings on mares' tails,
And the fresh unmolested fleeces of the blue,
Thrashed mist, scud, rack, nimbus and purrest sun,
0 how unpounce this hot virago from my back?
Then, if she will ride me, I'll try earth and so destroy us both:
I dropped down heavens, down skies, down lower airs and spaces,
We crashed like dead monsters on that mountain top
And rolled together, maddened lovers on the slipping screes.
I sang in my nickering heart:
“I've killed the creature, I shall fly alone once more!"
I turned, reddened, bruised, my powerful right wing cracked,
My nostrils snorted to the smell of life:
She lay beside me, comfortable as swansdoun ease,
No bruise, no blood, no golden hair outraged,
Her rare virginity against my hide
(How white, how doubly white we were together) --
She put her resolute hand upon my royal neck
I scented death, sorrow, resurrection.
I hobbled to my scratched and trembling hooves
And let her slip the delicate bridle over me;
We stepped like children down that dangerous slope;
And how long we wandered in green pastures, who can say?
I know I healed, I grazed, she slept often in my sheltering shadow,
I carried her between my wings,
We found strange skies, her long-lost sisters --
She wanders with me yet.