Obsession
I thought of you again today.
How you are, whether you're OK.
It's tough sometimes, with you so far away.
Perhaps someday, I'll have the money to come and stay.
I thought of you again today.
In bed I lay, with the thoughts that come my way.
Some of them stray to a roll in the hay.
I can't help but think this is far from gay.
I thought of you again today.
Guilt-ridden with those other thoughts, but you say it's okay.
I wouldn't be here, if I were gay.
You wouldn't offer me those rolls in the hay.
I thought of you again today.
Tossing and turning like a storm in May.
Then a bleep, a notification, a "hey".
My eyes light up, brow furrows, pondering what to say.
Perhaps for you, just a simple neigh.
Your supple coat shining, a silvery grey.
My sweet mare, my obsession.
I thought of you again today.