The Horse Whisperer
Breathes mingling as I run my hands softly down your sides
I sense the fear
the trepidation.
Trust-
such a difficult concept for you.
The scars consume your body like flames
lick the burning paper til its consumed.
The scars seared into your flesh forever will not dissappear,
but the scars on your will heal.
Every mornig I bring you a treat,
ever so slowly you reach for it
gaining confindence in me.
Your warm breathe against my palm
Your teeth nip at my fingers
Searching for more.
My body is my only tool-no whips or spurs
Dust fills the air as you run,
circling me.
There is no escape from my gaze.
Your corneas filled with fear,
Sweat and dust mingling on your skin.
All movement ceases.
Your flanks twitch.
Your breath heavy
Haltingly, you take a single step towards me.
My back is turned.
My breathe held. My gaze down.
Suddenly, your breathe tickles my ear. I turn,
sighing. Knowing I've earned your
trust.
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