Horses
They weave a
strong delight: all nostrils flared
shaking head,
arched in proud display.
Wide eyes of knowledge veiled
and terror spilled.
Their scent: exhilarating mix of
wild demure
and
spirit undaunted.
All clouded breath
in Winter's electric morning mist
short run of energy spent
and bond between horse and rider
someplace deeply sealed
in love's fragile cement.
Vibrating, muscles taunt:
such gentle power between the thighs!!
Reins of control released
as fingers lay enmeshed in flowing mane
and all submission given freely under whisper's touch.
Beautiful giants so capable of
crushing our existence back to dust
but instead: share the moment of
an Equinox Moon across still water,
reflecting the shadow
of two silhouettes merged.
(s.stumpf ©) 
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