High Horse

Swan Lake 

White lilies and dopamine.

I wanted to live this kind of life with you,

Well liked and breathing deeply,

Touching a sensation in the room.

It’s blooming and smells like 

Gardenias tapping at the window.

Under a gentle moon,

You can rest inside me.

Lead by a light I have never known

To call love and it’s mine, 

and what’s mine is yours.

Ginger Jones is a poet from California