Thunder

| August 14, 2008

Being with a horse After so many years of wanting to be with a horse Sweet sweat, adrenalin, breathless, breathe -- a mare

Simple.

Indefinable this perfectness, this fear, the rush, the sun and yearning to be trust and trusted,

There are no real words

Clicks and hums and kisses and soft whispered nothings in your ear your face, mane, flank

A nip on my elbow turning back to paddock It doesn’t matter I love you, love this, still, more.

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