Instinctual

Stallion grazing in a verdant meadow.
I see him - sleek and powerfully enhanced.
He throws his head back, glancing at
light dancing in the wind, and something
deep within takes flight; flames burning
in a velveteen delight; as memory takes
hold of him again.

And he feels her gentle touch upon his skin.
Wings begin to sprout just where her
maidenhood once touched him, there.
'Twas then, that he first came to know
himself to be much more than mankind
wanted to allow. Yet instinct
powers all of life, just so.

It mattered not, his lack of speech. One
wild burst of energy, and speed became
his fleeting form, now flying in the wind.
Never measured, never won, belonging
just to him, and that one form of beauty
riding with him on the wind.

As one, they dreamed themselves to be,
and life began again...

? Michaelette ?

8/25/2001
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