Thursday, January 26, 2017

Pony





Girls who ride horses
Wrap their legs around you tight
I used to climb up stairs
With your body wound about me
A sprint to the top where
We would tumble down together
Breathless
Cocksure and inexperienced
I failed to grasp I was just
A favorite pony
From a stable kept semi-full
And that all of us left you empty
But for the moments of our ride