My Heart is a Stomping HorseA Poem by Markus AnthonyThis is a personal telling of how it's like to finally find a home in someone's heart.
My heart is a stomping horse
With vigour and freedom In my reckless journeying I am carried to a stable Nourished by hay Nurtured by clear water There is peace Taming my naked body Suddenly the darkness in my core Stretched out to pure white. A smile came clear on my face My eyes no longer of night. As we circle the plains And the wind was on our side You brushed my hair As we danced In the silence of twilight. My saviour, my captor Became my wife She sang in her chores And I'd be sneaking behind And hold her on the hips, To kiss her on the lips The stomping horse was gone, Gone with the wind Here, the water is holy And the bed is ever cozy Lying next to purrs And the fragrance I adore. Seeping through her clothes A soul and gentleness I can endure As a wild child in troublesome rain Drenching wet, towards a home To a welcoming of my own © 2021 Markus AnthonyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMarkus AnthonyAboutI'm Markus, a struggling medical student who loves to write poems based on romantic impulses and personal experience. On my own from markanthony.celestial on 8tracks Radio. more..Writing
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