Posted on March 4, 2014 at 04:27:08 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
Apollo smiles against the gold. The warmth seeps into bones and drips through fiery blood. He smiles, relaxed, content. One hoof cocks pleasantly against the lush earth. All around rocks sprout from the meadow but where he stands it is flat – if not a bit muddy.
As winter had left and given way to spring, he has watched Alika grow larger, Sylvia grow stronger, and his herd slowly grow too. The hollows are not quite so quiet now. The steppes are often filled with bodies feeding their bellies under Apollo’s steely gaze.
Velveteen ears swivel as the Consort’s voice pierces through the wind. Soft, sweet, melodious, it could be no other than the perlino lover. Muscular neck turns and body soon follows. Cavorting down to the sound, the soft earth gives way to hard rock and then back to mud. Carefully, but with ease he closes the distance.
At first, the king is surprised to find his pearl with another. She usually preferred the comfort of him alone. It was soon obvious to the stallion though, that the mare at his side was a familiar one – Claire.
A throaty whiny releases from chocolate lips as the smile just widens on his chiseled crown. Dipping his head, he blows softly against Sylvia. Whiskers tease as they barely touch and pull away. The gold greets his daughter in a similar manner. Soon strong body embraces the mare in a hug. Claire! How nice it is to see you.
Pulling back, the stallion sighs. I see you got your mother’s looks.” Locks toss and he winks at the consort. “It’s a good thing, you wouldn’t want to look like a brute like me.” A mixture of happiness and excitement lace through words. Blood tingles just under the surface of his taut skin. Again, the stallion is reminded how happy he is that he came back – that his family is somewhat intact – and that he would not leave them again.
As winter had left and given way to spring, he has watched Alika grow larger, Sylvia grow stronger, and his herd slowly grow too. The hollows are not quite so quiet now. The steppes are often filled with bodies feeding their bellies under Apollo’s steely gaze.
Velveteen ears swivel as the Consort’s voice pierces through the wind. Soft, sweet, melodious, it could be no other than the perlino lover. Muscular neck turns and body soon follows. Cavorting down to the sound, the soft earth gives way to hard rock and then back to mud. Carefully, but with ease he closes the distance.
At first, the king is surprised to find his pearl with another. She usually preferred the comfort of him alone. It was soon obvious to the stallion though, that the mare at his side was a familiar one – Claire.
A throaty whiny releases from chocolate lips as the smile just widens on his chiseled crown. Dipping his head, he blows softly against Sylvia. Whiskers tease as they barely touch and pull away. The gold greets his daughter in a similar manner. Soon strong body embraces the mare in a hug. Claire! How nice it is to see you.
Pulling back, the stallion sighs. I see you got your mother’s looks.” Locks toss and he winks at the consort. “It’s a good thing, you wouldn’t want to look like a brute like me.” A mixture of happiness and excitement lace through words. Blood tingles just under the surface of his taut skin. Again, the stallion is reminded how happy he is that he came back – that his family is somewhat intact – and that he would not leave them again.
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies