Quindon Tarver - Poem song

I Like to Call You My Wild Horse
(And Feed You Silver Sage ?)
I'd Like to Paint My Poems With
Desert Tongued Clay Across Her Back
And Ride You Savagely As the Sweet and Southern Wind
Through Green and Wild Kentucky
I'd Like to Make You My Secret Song
Blaze and Dark and Red in the Orchards
And I Would Steal Away to Watch the Way
Your Silver Belly Bends and Bows Beneath Me

I'd Make You My Wings in the Foothills of Montana
My Lover in the Oceans of the World
I'd Make You... of Children
And I Would Scatter You Across My Green Memories of Home
I'd Make You My Hungry Valley
And Sow Your Golden Fields and Wheats My Own

If I Were a Painter
I Would Paint You With This Note
Silver Traces On Your Skin
And If I Were a Writer
I Would Write These Words On Your Back
In Desert Tongue Clay, Deep in (Your Wind?)

I'd Make You My Secret Song
Blazing in the Orchard
And I Would Steal Away
To Watch the Way Your Silver Belly
Bends and Bows Beneath Me

I'd Make You My Wings in the Foothills of Montana
Make You My Lover in the Oceans of the World
I'd Make You My Calico Children
And I Would Scatter You Across My Green Memories of Home
I'd Be Your Hungry Valley
And I'd Sow Your Golden Fields of Wheat My Own

If I Were a Writer
I Would Make You My Wild Horse
I'd Paint You Silver Sage and
Ride You Savagely Through Green Wild Country