Bone of the Horse

Bone Of The Horse

My nose is tender

His lips are rare

Our soul is content

We are one together

Hoof to hoof hands high

We thrust our hips into the sun

His big fine neck and my skin

We are so hairy in the day

So alike underneath

Where the belly thrusts and the skin

Shifts weight from foot to hoof

I am here and he is whole

Strokes of luck of genius

Separate us recover us

Bathed in the same light

We walk hand in hand

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