Love of Animals

We rode across the river,
splashing as we clopped along
in autumn’s varied colors.

I synched my seat to the gait,
standing in stirrups at each bounce,
leaning forward as we climbed.

We stopped to rest our mounts, and
I unsaddled them, brushed their coats,
and gave each a cup of oats.

Galaxies whirled in their eyes
and sunlight surged around them
like water rushing past boulders.

I felt their hearts pump my blood
when you pressed against my butt
and cupped my tits in your big hands.

I smelled wilderness on your breath
as you pulled my sweater off
and I ripped your shirt open.

We fucked like wild beasts in heat
and then rode home in silence,
each lost in feral beauty.