Horse Love Race
Silky lips bond beats of heart’s racing course
Of galloping breaths bending curves of dusty trail
With hoofs that grapple sun’s sweat on the horse
That isn’t Trojan but galore in yielding desired bale.
Breaths of power forge in love not blind
To rapid zealots nuzzled in iron’s tug
Freshly smiting toward line much affined
In urge to avail wrapped arms around hearted snug.
Exhausted muscles abduct with symmetrically twitching prose
Of clauses toward the finish line guarded by the horn
With yelping auxiliaries that drained of breath compose
Claims of thunder unshaken prowess undeniably forlorn.
Prancing neighs wet the gravel accompanied by inhaled
Breaths now departing stress from veins of striving heart
That surpassed its past trusting crisis daring, not bailed
Mane’s toss of expended hurls painted with amorous art.
Swishing tail brazes sides of flies coursing pests
Slowly dawning of its haste rubs nostrils on frenzied mare
Denying weariness any room while its cohort rests
Gently cooling scorching face from unabated glare.
