like dawn tenured time, you yearn

circulatory bowing in our hearts and minds
to table tablature sightings in betrayal
the song of the horses, trail minded from the scent
this ring of adultery that she presented
was not a deciding factor in my abandonment

it was the yelling, scaring away the horses
the horses that spoke to me as a realist
and dawn tenured time
where pronunciation makes the caves
like dust on a pedestal of trust