May 08, 2007 15:41
do not try to hold him.
he will not be held.
his great black body
will heave underneath you;
let it.
take the motion
into yourself.
when he surges forward,
surge with him,
and when he rears
(and he will),
reach up the arch
of his heavy neck
and grasp his tangled mane --
wind your long fingers in, and
feel the thunder of his heart
between your knees
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I (still?) love it.
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