Dreaming…

“When you close your eyes, do you dream about me?” 

 -J. Blades

Your back is broad, and I can feel the flex and pull of your muscles with each step. The heat radiates from you, through my clothes, as we move.

Thump-thump, Thump-thump, Thump-thump. Can you feel my heartbeat?

Bud-da-bump, Bud-da-bump, Buda-ba-bump. Your hooves pound the ground, like gods own thunder.

I stretch out over your neck, and your mane lashes across my face.

The land is wide, and endless, and we are going flat out now. I have no worries about hidden traps, left by industrious groundhogs, in the ankle high grass. We are flying.

Your joy, like your heat, rises off you in waves. It is sensory. Visceral. You run for the love of the wide-open sky. For the thrill of being alive. There is no army of flesh-eating grocery bags chasing us, you are not fleeing in white eyed terror. You run for the delight of being big and powerful. Your Lyme and ringbone are forgotten, stiff muscles left behind.

You wear no tack. No saddle between us, no bit to slow you. For once, I am not gripping with my knees. I have no fear of tumbling. My fingers tangle in your mane. I follow your rhythm, stride for stride. My hips rock in time with your hoof-beats and we move as one. You know where you want to go before we turn. I know when you need me to shift my weight to keep you balanced.

In my dreams, we are one with the wind.

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~ by irrationalcat on April 27, 2014.

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