Then full
Of sound and speed, in need of
Each other, they entwine their necks,
Rub muzzles, bumping flanks
To embrace in their own way.
Together they prance to
The choicest pasture,
Standing together and apart,
To be glad until
They can no longer be glad.
Love Poem
~Paul Zimmer
As seen on: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011/07/12
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