There were horses running around
the land
and a sound like thunder
dragging its tongue across the field.
The grass in silver blades
spoke about the tempest coming.
Your hands above me like a prayer
but with no religion
yet young we gave up on god.
Like knives want the throat
like honey suddenly dripping from
the flesh.

The sky was all breath and bruises.
You said it smelled like metal
like the inside of your mouth.

The horses moved slowly
in the distance, like a dream.
Their hooves carved names into the soil.
Their laughter was soft and cruel.
You told me it was beautiful
Look how they run
look how they do their nature
just like we do.

Now look how the silver bodies
bow slowly to the ground.
Look how we tremble.

The sky closing like water over a rock.
The wind curled her hands and ran
her fingers across your hair.
Stronger and faster the weather coming.

We confused our bodies
with those of horses
the animals in the fire ring
fast
and terribly loud.