...Even before I enter,
they flutter 'round me
these butterflies drawn to
my dark coat....
drinking-in my glittered pheremone
they say it's my face...
they say it's my pace
A black unicorn
drifting in this sea
of men.
They stare
they grab
they beg a ride
But I left the saddle at home.
On purpose
Knowing that
The chosen one will have
his saddle in hand
Even when standing in line
I'm gazed upon
like some rare creature...
I feel awkward, but proud
I can't count how many times
they approach
with sweet things to whisper...
I feel uncomfortable, but proud
and I toy with my bridle in wait
of another horned deity
to grace me.
In all, there were five
Five unicorns
One from Russia...
blonde mane, thick muscular legs
Two from the Ukraine...
cropped dark manes, bodies built for surrrender
One from Brazil...
the shortest of the unicorns, dark mane,
a charming spirit
and one from Venezuela...
a special one, the largest of them all.
gorgeous dark eyes,
a tender face, that smile, that heart
This special breed I saw from the beginning
...it so happens he saw me too
searching endlessly in fog and blubbles
we found each other by evening's end
His face aglow
And without knowing me
hugged me tight
and told me
I was the most beautiful man
and when he saw me...he just knew.
I was in complete shock
and didn't know what to say
except "Thank you"
It all felt like such a dream...
I met his friends.
He met mine
and after a dance,
I kissed his cheek goodbye
I saw this stallion again
and he was even more brilliant
than I remember.
So tall, so big
his olive coat.
Melting in his arms,
we sat under
a luna shaped crescent
watching the waves wrestle
before kissing our feet.
and...
I don't know what to think
of it
Such a wind
So quick
like magic...
