I Preserve Our Love with Salt ["I Do" Pete]

In the stable lie the horses
While the dark sash is worn by the black horse with your name on it
And I swallow you whole
In my mouth
If you’ll let me
Making my days ripe again
Alone once and won over to prettiness
As the sun is rising
Setting later by pink hues of golden skies
Spotted by blemishes
Of pure white light
And hail
Striking death hard for a funeral nearby the graves
Of the people.

You win your noble self in my reflection
Through my stone cold eyes
Warmed by hints of brown
Your hazel irises 
Set the lake on fire
It warms up the summer nights of your decree
For the lands
By and by the tired pores
Of tiny people shadow
In your giant statue
Wells begin to overflow
Of love by your demeanor
People notice
I notice.

Kiss my nipples
Praise my crown
For my thorns you wear after you see my bleeding side
With your mystic eye
As you bleed to the same song
For no doubt you’re a man of fervor
Waning you said with the riches and dirt of nations
At one time.

There is a gathering of seeds
I spread them with mud
Across my body
For a beautiful look at our wedding
The newspapers turn over a page
While you go wild why we dance 
And motion
Striking highness and boldness and darkness
Wherever you go as I follow
I smell whispers on your heart
And that’s the way I make it
On the days of cold weather
The seeds and mud spring forth for us
And in the distance 
I preserve our love with salt.