archer

it was your archer’s shoulders
your straight shooting eyes
the muscles turning in your back

your hardest hooves
that left the deepest tracks

now you draw my wrists towards you
bow-like, bending, light
curving taught and tight
right
on target

our resolve cracking under
the tiny working bones
still working
almost implausibly

yesterday our words were crammed with arrows
and other such sharp things

so what did we miss?

knelt at your feet
with your calves in my hands
my whole world in the way I rode you in the night

my thighs crossed
like weapons cocked
always armed or aiming
for your equine heart