My Godiva Poem by Tom Navarro

You flow into my mind so viscously familiar, silver and gold
A vision of air, water, fire, and body
As I lay before the coming of the deluge of beauty and of destruction
Leggy and triangular blazing wildness and culture and diploma
You have ridden on that white horse before and now
Your charger is on his knees
Parting the curtain of your curls of silver and gold
You are above me I don't care
Make my lips your saddle on which you'd go to places unknown
That I would only dream of in a woman's body
Silver and gold, solitary and bold
Your dark horse awaits you
Where can I take you, my vision, my gem-precious Rider?