Posted on February 8, 2014 at 05:04:21 AM by MIDAS
STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GLASS
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST
Spires aim heavenward in the distance. The gritty sand shifts tumultuously under hoof. Heaving in large gulps of Atlantis air, he lets the droplets of ocean wash away. In their stead, little beads of perspiration will soon form. Lumps of man drape across neck, forming dread-like locks. Bronze eyes engulf the chocolate palomino and every motion sends a spark of delight into mind.
She is his, no tricks, no games, his.
The defiant, confident look in her eyes cause the bronze ones to crinkle. He chuckles. “You are a strange one.” Playfully, the gold’s shoulder bumps against hers as crown turns to the imposing landscape. “Then again, you might need that here.”
The next words that leave her lips stroke an ego lying somewhere just below the surface. He rumbles approvingly. A hoof strikes against the gravely ground. “Secrets are my specialty, dear.” He turns with a wink and a smirk. The hooves strike rock with a clink and begin their ascent into the steep kingdom.
Occasionally he stops on steppes, to see how Alika is faring. He need not worry so much, the blood of the mountains ran strong and pure in her. Coming to the edge of the forest line, the gold’s body falls to silence. Legs end their journey and signal a sigh of relief to take a break. Mane has dried by now, only the bottom layer left slightly sticky from humidity. With a mischevious glint, he motions her to follow him to the very edge of the cliff nearby. It looks out onto the ocean and the beach. The waves hit the rocks with violence as they reach the reef. “One of the best views here – Secret #1.” Eyes watch the view, and sideways watch for a reaction. Velveteen ears perk in her direction.
If the mare wants a tour, a tour she shall get.
She is his, no tricks, no games, his.
The defiant, confident look in her eyes cause the bronze ones to crinkle. He chuckles. “You are a strange one.” Playfully, the gold’s shoulder bumps against hers as crown turns to the imposing landscape. “Then again, you might need that here.”
The next words that leave her lips stroke an ego lying somewhere just below the surface. He rumbles approvingly. A hoof strikes against the gravely ground. “Secrets are my specialty, dear.” He turns with a wink and a smirk. The hooves strike rock with a clink and begin their ascent into the steep kingdom.
Occasionally he stops on steppes, to see how Alika is faring. He need not worry so much, the blood of the mountains ran strong and pure in her. Coming to the edge of the forest line, the gold’s body falls to silence. Legs end their journey and signal a sigh of relief to take a break. Mane has dried by now, only the bottom layer left slightly sticky from humidity. With a mischevious glint, he motions her to follow him to the very edge of the cliff nearby. It looks out onto the ocean and the beach. The waves hit the rocks with violence as they reach the reef. “One of the best views here – Secret #1.” Eyes watch the view, and sideways watch for a reaction. Velveteen ears perk in her direction.
If the mare wants a tour, a tour she shall get.
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies