Tag: fantastical
Ceasefire
My winged horse jumps and neighs with all mightHis loudest movement is but a whisperTo the effortless fluttering and heightOf my fiery serpentine contender With both hands and strength: a slash of steel, oreIn a second, my eyes close; unwilling.The motion brings me to her embrace, warmLike the summer field, slow walk, hand-holding Warmth: that…