The World According to Poetry #14
Friesian Fire
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019
Standing before you
Smoke streams from your nostrils
Against the cold morning air
Ears cocked, alert to my every word
Soft lips nuzzle my neck
My young heart has been in love before
Maybe you have not known it either
You surrender
To the curry comb and hoof pick
And we pass the morning together
In pungent silence
I cannot admit to anyone how I fear you
And love you
I feel so small and strong with you
Your big heart
Ignites my imagination
With the places we will go
Because you will carry me anywhere
Not just now
But in my dreams when I am old and broken
And your thunderous heart
Beats only in my memory
And your breath has ceased burning
The icy air
If it is possible for anything to quench the fire
That burns in us both