Evening Ride

The night is young
My body giddy with anticipation.
Those baby blues see through me - he knows.
Te earth fresh and sound
The air filled with laughter and genuine enjoyment.
I touch his face, his ears twitch.
I speak low and soft.
The gentle rhythm of his nostrils against my fingertips;
He takes me in.
The white painted shapes on his chesnut coat quiver beneath the brush.
He's ready.
Even as he waits
The muscles in his hindquarters ripple with power
Just waiting to be unleashed
I fasten the girth beneath his belly
And slide the bridle across his face.
His eyes close for a moment
But they open, and he is willing.
My foot in the stirrup, I mount.
Impatiently waiting for my cue, he dances beneath me.
I gently squeeze against him and we fly across the field.
Our bodies blurring together.
We'll be back.