Rider fair on horse's back.
Slips past the sun to darkest wood.
'Midst leaf and stone they leave no track.
'Neath boughs where docile Haw once stood.
Breathing deep she closed her eyes.
Trusting him to carry on.
The broad warm beast between her thighs.
Eventually will take her home.
Limbs and branches comb her locks.
Lids shut tight she dares not look.
A clomping gate across the rocks.
A bullfrog's thrum along the brook.
A hum a buzz a rooster's call.
The rider's heart inhales them all.
Friday, May 6, 2011
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