Golden bulbous muscle,
wild grainy strands, massed—
a swishing tail against flies and heat,
sweat and sweet hay-smell
wrapping her cocooned hairied body—
moisture and heart
pulsing through to my hands
on her breast,
her face,
thighs,
and with deep soulful breaths
through widening nostrils
she stomps her language
with her hooves
on dry sun baked soil
disturbing dust into the air
and my heart
in unison with hers.
Kat
3 October 2016
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