I and her
Face
Brighter than
Chariots or
Footsoldiers
Toward
I
And under
The bridges
Her
Chariots
Shouting lydians and
Ranks of foot soldiers
In
Possible misstep
Unexpected licking struck her as
Rather bold
Her
Step
Motion
On
Fast chariots and
Wounded footsoldiers
Rush in but
Not
To
Be too toward
I
And to shuffle
The light
To offend her
Chariots
Lyrdians sadly outstretched
Firm ranks
In place
Designed as a possible way into
Unexpected fantasies
We'd rather watch
Her
Step toward
Motion
On
Chariots off
Of solid ground