First Horse Poem by Midnight Clarity

I lay against your skin
all stretched and sweating
heart pumping, chest heaving
in a search for air, flesh aquiver
all along your flank,
as muscles cool perhaps
or ache from our wild ride
through space and time
my fingers, tangled in your mane,
are sore, near bleeding,
wind has dragged my tears
all salty, down my cheeks
onto your shoulder
to mingle with your sweat
and mine, while the furnace
of your breath blows back
the hot sweet scent of grass
across my face as we slow
our pace from headlong
to an amble that lets me
look at all the wonder
that you are, sleek hide
all dark, just steaming
with exertion, the rounded
barrel of your chest so unaffected
by the terror-stricken
crush of thighs made strong
by dancing; your shoulder
and your neck supporting
all of me like thistledown
that wants to slide to earth
but cannot stand on muscles
made of water, unlike yours
still full of power all thrumming
with the urge to run, again.