For the Love of a Horse
Oh to be one with you,
White-marked Third Eye,
to mount you
and ride you into forever
to nuzzle my nose
in your silky mane
to smell your hot breath
upon my face
and feel your tongue
upon my cheek
to smell the sweetness
of your leavings
and
hear your hoofs
against the road
and your snorts
as you run
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my love for you
is from a distance
though once
we danced together
and
you nuzzled
me out of depression
and into bliss
oh how I miss
those magic moments
when we were one.
A Hug Without Arms
Do they think because
we have no arms
we do not hug?
Do they think because
we have smaller brains
we do not love?
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We hug
neck to neck,
chest to chest,
coat to coat,
in a warm embrace
of pure love,
a love as pure
as theirs,
perhaps more so.
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They think
we do not love
because it makes it easier
for them to drug us
for so-called sports,
for their so-called fun,
and race us past injury,
and, yes, they even kill us
for their gustatory pleasure.
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All we want to do
is love our families
and run free.
But we are willing
to serve them
if they treat us right.
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Now I ask you:
who here is superior?
MOONSIDE 