Stallion

I am but a girl
Hiding
Peeking ‘round the fence of your vast lands
Mesmerized by the expanses of its beauty
In wonder at the luxuriousness of your soul
Afraid
To trespass, uninvited, unwelcomed;
Desperate
To wander barefoot through soft hills.

I watch a silken stallion await
So proud and measured, so unaware,
Prance, restrained before me
Lean legs stepping, dancing restlessly
He longs to move, to run,
To carry swiftly through the wind
In breeding bound in duality
Trained, obedient, elegant; yet, unfree
His dancing feet and impatient mane
Betray the wild nature of his heart.

I long to set my fingers on his cheek
To gently slide bit and bridle from his mouth
To stroke his firm, soft body as I move
Unbinding him from the fruits of expectation
Then watch
As he suddenly realizes he is free
And weep to see him bolt into full flight
And laugh to see him dance upon the wind
And hope that he will return to me again.