Like Beauty

Horse’s head so light it hangs,
like honey from a hidden spoon,
quiet as a teardrop in vacuum;

horse’s head content in its
own purpose, like beauty,
there to feed on air;

horse’s head to be embraced
as an idea, felt against a bare chest,
blood to human blood;

horse’s head of dreams to chase
away the nightmares,
yard of brown face that’s been

waiting here forever to be held;
horses head that waits to be
completed by a wilderness of horses,

a creaturely infinity,
a need to hear your heartbeat,
nod yes against your belly and your breast.