Equus Poeticus Variabilis

I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed, simply plunge into the deepest unknown. Your voice sets the pace, it whispers into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch sometimes they find water, sometimes the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, like a computer’s command mode taking over my brain, allowing my heart to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun overhead and the damp of shady pines and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin. This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind the stroke along my frame, the bed stead in which I dream, the places of unimagined like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading me down a road I’ve never found until you lent the movement of ride forever.