first time

tender the approach

scarlet flushing peach

she moves through space

gait absorbed from equine reach

shining… so anchored

stunning burn

how could i turn.

i canter down the hallway as rain falls

on the grace you made

she. the artist

a constant flowering.

tender the approach

soft rounded breath

dropping toward life

we bounce

slow the cupping hands, heart n’ arms

understanding without effort

we cut away chaff

soaked then scrubbed in precious gem bath

trips to us

from us

alone we make

together wake.

today i saw her

stunning burn as sun on churning sea

shining…so anchored

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