Steven Rood © 2003 All Rights Reserved
Steven Rood © 2003 All Rights Reserved
Horse and Kiss
In a dream, I watched you ride the horse – Louise Glück
For the first few moments in that place
it was an inheritance. Light
on the shoulder, in the open
neck of your blue sweater.
Your legs: the interval
between the red velvet chair
and flowers on the table.
Four nights.
Enough to know the moon coming
up the sky and window
to your body, your hands,
the hands, even now,
I turn my mouth to. In my sleep
you are constant and as steady
as a dream’s single gesture. Horse
and kiss are likely, in this,
the same. Neither time
nor soul knows which is arrival,
which departure.
Chris Young
Copyright © 2004
Chris Young’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Taint, Samsara Quarterly, Stirring, MiPo, Miller's Pond, The Muse Apprentice Guild, and Wind. She has received a grant from the Kentucky Arts Council. Chris lives in Eugene, Oregon and teaches tennis.