beauty
on the loose
dancing across
the summer sands,
unspeakably wild,
his black mane
blowing untamed in the warm wind
no rider
would dare
to ascend,
for fear,
they would be thrown,
cast down,
for attempting to ride
a king…
do not let,
yourself be ridden,
do not succumb
to the bridle,
or the whip,
nor the shit,
or be saddled with,
another’s burden…
you were born
to run free,
tr…
