Beside The Mustang Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The ground shook beneath us,
Running beside the horse in her heart.
My feet, her hooves pressed deep
In her orifice.
Panting, our arms free in the wind,
Her eyes wild to those who try to tame her.
My stomach burns from the ache
Of trying to keep up.
I haven't run this long or this hard
Since I was little.
No matter what I did,
She was always in front of me.
If I laughed, she'd neigh and bite the air.
Even if I was able to pass her,
It wasn't long before she got back
In front of me.
Every part of me hurts, but all I can do
Is laugh, trying to keep up.
After a while, I fell out,
Sprawled out, catching my breath.
Soon, she walked over and laid down beside me
And licked my face.

Life's too short to worry about
The bruises that travel up your legs.
It's rare that you meet people
Who make you burn like this
The kind of love that pounds
And gallops.
She had a horse in her heart,
Wild and made of fire.
She didn't want to escape,
Just needed a friend