Gabrielle Calvocoressi

A Love Supreme

You beautiful, broke-
back horse of my heart. Proud,
debonair, not quite there
in the head. You current
with no river in sight.
Current as confetti
after parades. You
small-town. Italian
ice shop next to brothels
beside the highway.
Sweet and sweaty. You high
as a kite coming
down. You suburban sprawled
on the bed. You dead? Not
nearly. Not yet.

"A Love Supreme" first appeared in Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art, Spring 2005.