Poetry by Davide Trame • Photo by Sunny Williams

Horses

Heartbeats under the rind,
some brown shine and shard
of yours, mirrors of your wish
that nod in the breath
and shoot you into a willingness
of fields and furrows.
Mines and puzzles of eyes,
earth’s blackness rising in hushed howls
in the bottomless well of a gaze
that can also be a quiet, reassuring
brush at your shoulder.
A down-to-earth heaven,
steps through which
you both sink and soar
on foundations of mud,
stone, sweat, fur and nail.

On their skin. On your skin too.
Another whiff the sky breathes with.


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