Muzzle-dropped as her
lips sip upon dew & all
that she touches & that
which touches her – sift
of thinned grasses [soft
exhalations at that click
& momentary invasion
by your camera’s weight
in your hands]/ Ride her
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Muzzle-dropped as her
lips sip upon dew & all
that she touches & that
which touches her – sift
of thinned grasses [soft
exhalations at that click
& momentary invasion
by your camera’s weight
in your hands]/ Ride her