Ingrid Schatz and Pony                                Photo:  Jeffrey Anderson

HORSE

With him
here, now
skin to skin
warmth spilling
one into the other.

breaths
a lattice of
drawing in,
drawing out.

the heart is a
cave that holds our
boisterous blood
our twinned pulses
bound in this moment

after all, the only and
most precious.

                                             Paula Josa-Jones