high horse

on the high horse
spreading your legs
sure, hide them inside the blue jeans
for all i care
i can still see how you spread your legs
the horse knows what i see
and he carries you willingly
he smiles more than i smile
a big toothy grin underneath his prominent nose
he knows you better and is not nervous
you spread your legs so close to his face
but he's a horse with leather taste
his ears straight up point to the sky
which watches you spreading your legs
i see a lonely cumulus cloud
that wisp of white and the sky
and the horse and i
we all watch you squeeze the saddle
between your legs and feel that pressure
and agree in unanimity,
you must be a very good rider.