You Don't Come Home Enough

The steel horse you ride in on is beneath you.
Stallions, camels, bareback tame tigers.
Something exotic should transport you.
But you come, as everyone else, in a steel horse.
And you deserve more.

You belong to me.
For vague, indefinite periods.
You ride in and rescue me.
Or capture me.
I haven’t quite made my mind up.

I picture you with wings.
If anyone could soar it would be you.
In your glory and your wisdom
I see you glide
above the Madrid skyline,
passing your life, and mine in a way,
with your adventure; leaving intrigue
and regret in your wake.

And you know he and I have a life.
Settled, stable, comfortable.
But ,
I can’t seem to keep from waiting;
Waiting for you and your steel horse
.......................................take me away?