Horses

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Necks like mountain slopes dipping into a valley.

They look lost in the silent light of sleep,

horse skin smooth against horse skin.

Suddenly they buckle and we are left watching

a field of winter. Sometimes in bed, I can feel

your arm reaching towards me, snow galloping

outside and this time the horses remain still,

their breath in my mouth, their power overwhelming.

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