strong, muscular, sinewy, an eye-turning prancer,
entered my life one day for a short time.
She energized my broken ego, and spirit
as she stood proudly and free upon her field of self.
I needed her kindness and attention at that time
in my life when my partner of five years
cruelly cheated not once, but a second time.
When a lover spoke to me I took them at their word.
Why do people spew lies like a troll beneath a bridge?
Why not speak the truth in heart and mind...it is kinder
than letting someone bear the suffering of lies.
Enter a magnificent lengthy creature
who seemed to turn a movement
of her body in to an expanded dance.
What made her connect to me I can only guess.
She liked my braid, it reminded her of a past love.
However the spark was created, it was brief, instantaneous and mutual.
We wasted not a moment in this warp of time given to us,
as we shared heartbreaks and hopes; dined out where she
noticed I drank my coffee quickly and my hands shook.
We walked on mossy, pined paths of present and past,
with future well ahead of us, and where our mutual intelligence
created hours of meaningful conversations, not a wasted thought.
All we shared in our intimacy was totally unencumbered and lovely,
as hues of fall with an ancient vapor of leaves beneath our shoes
soothed my lungs, and her strength and certainty of self
produced a needed respite for me...
We were profound but not so deep that we knew we were
for each other - we were not, and that was good for us.
Her maturity was set in place earlier than most
through the loss of her sibling; she understood disability;
had tight and intimate family ties as she grew up around
everyday people in a metro area. Agile of mind
but restless in body she was observant, and quick
to see the obvious that most do not or choose to ignore.
When she spoke, her words were not wasted
but formed like an arrow, precisely aimed
to the heart of a matter in all conversations.
To say she was like a freshening breeze
after an emotional storm on the plains might define
the atmosphere she created around my being.
Stallions are restless creatures, they run the fields.
Towards our natural ending, I realized she had
a girlfriend, a couple girlfriends - amused, I felt a sense of guilt
and ignorance, but it did not change what she gave
nor did I judge her - she lifted my life when I desperately needed it.
I laughed at the discovery, it fit her energy at the time...
no reigning her in, her beauty was her freedom.
She will always remain the image of the dark stallion
in rolling fields, rearing up in a dance, whinnying, ready
to gallop out of sight at any minute - Free to be herself,
as she taught me to be.