Howard Bilow, Abalone Moon Journal

Equus-caballus

We rode through moonlit shade of trees
this Friesian beauty, a flying steed

With flesh to loin through evening light
bareback we rode like lovers bond, a sweating steed

For hours through hills green flames
This dream of beauty, this flying stream of steed

My silver hair, a trail of light, and spirited horse in flight
to match like mortal sin to this brash night, this flight of steed

From sunset to daybreak, loins wet of glistened light
sired to ride through meadows night, this equus might of steed

At murky bank we cooled beneath a stream this night
His seaweed mane and drifting tail entwine my flesh with steed

Astride in rut through sunrise light