Stealing Kisses (Delicious Ecstasy)
“So what did you experience just now sitting atop Azure, your first ride?”
“Well, let me see,” I ponder.
“The warmth of her body emanating up against and into me,
So many small muscles in her back rippling and moving;
A worry of how this can possibly be comfortable for her;
Realizing how . . .”
Azure’s nose brushes my cheek.
I pause, graced, almost unbelieving.
Now she rests for a moment against my neck,
then up to my cheek again
her fuzzy horse-lips moving gently.
I turn toward her beautiful dark head,
place my lips on her nose, on the softest part,
and breathe her.
We stand silent, still,
time stops.
So much softness,
offered (to me!)
from all that power;
the scent of her,
the rhythm of her breath tickling me.
I stand, imbibing loveliness.
Eyes closed.
Unafraid.
“I want a relationship with a horse” is what I said to Ginger when I first called her. “I don’t even know what I mean by that, but that’s what I’m looking for.”
Today I caught the scent of Azure –
the scent of churned-up earth and warming sun
of rain-drenched fur and brown dried mud
of heat and horse-love
of playfulness and willingness
of forgiveness.
Of wildness offered up tenderly (to me) -
a gift.
Riding her was nothing compared to
the feel of her nuzzle soft against my cheek.
