It was

Honeysuckle'd Steel Velvet Train
steamed--primed
tasting of bark and vine
moist earth rising to fill my nostrils 

Winter season of this ancient Sun

I
could
not
look too long
or I would turn to
stone--

Pink Georgia Marble
captured by the Apollo Sun
as
umbered words
conduct
this
bold tango
taming
dragons

fear

fools

and

halcyon fields

melting-mending-bending
skin to skin
turning night into neon
straw to gold
gold to moon  

rising riding
this
Honeysuckle'd
Steel Velvet Train