#horseriding
Riding this horse past oblivion
feeling wind shout past
sharp shoulder blades
long hair whipping strong
grinding both thighs
into these browning flanks.
This horse is built from
sticky pecan sugar
such spice sprinkled
and dusted whilst the rider
flits past us stream like
arrow fringes near the cusp
all harrowing and musky.
Horse of caramel and nuts
sticking together like childish
tar painted gold and copper
colors shining past in rounded
muscles as the horse pushes
through the gulch he glances down at us with coal inlaid eyes as rough as sandpaper against raw wood
trying not to get caught up
in sliced splinters but careful now
before the horse of brown mud
runs us down trampling us to
wet ****** pulp so wait until
he has settled down to sleep
and then we can climb the mountains by escaping his
cramped cave of dreams
which only reveals how tricky
slips can be.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
When you leave town full of things to outrun,
for peace of the countryside and there, in the shadows,
park power of many and mount power of one,
let the stallion carry you through trails in the meadows.
When light breeze of summer touches your features
and all of your senses drink up the floods
of emotions you get from these beautiful creatures,
with no words spoken, just hooves´ quiet thuds.
The noise in your head transforms into music,
a breathtaking symphony calming your soul,
your creative side connects with its muses,
the moment of present just makes you feel whole.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC