Out of the Arabian desert

We came riding, riding

A horse the color of

Moonlight.

The horse breathed 

Fire 

From it’s nostrils,

It’s dark mane

Touched our skin 

Like the gentle , 

Rough fingers

Of a lover might.

We rode low

Upon his back

Feeling his sweat

Wet 

Against our thighs.

Muscles quivered

Beneath our knees,

A great heart 

Beat

Inside its chest.

We felt the rhythm 

Of its hoofs

Upon the

Burning sand.

The wind

Roared

Inside our ears. 

The earth

Became a blur

As horse, wind

And riders

Became

One.

I felt joy

Rise Up

In me

As we became

A part of

Being free.

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