She, Stallion

Gasping for air, nostrils flare At the profile of her elegant mare Stroking the ground with each hoof Rearing his dominance to the roof He suspends moments in time With each stride like a pendulum The seductive sway of her trademarks Pulsating the sinews of his thorax The whip of her tail his jog The whiff of his mane in sync He’s the head, but she takes the lead Pounding ahead like a thoroughbred The body throbs like a heart muscle Poetry in motion like a chartered vessel Her hind drives with perfect rhythm His gallop resounding the love anthem They ride their whims like free spirits Power is his course, stamina is her force Torque is the body language they speak Riding in unison to reach the intended peak