she stands on top of the world
her painted horse beside her
her horse is a mustang
fast & furious
strong & lean
her horse is a warrior
her horse has hands
his hands will be there
in front of her for protection
his hands will be around her
always
holding on
touching her softly
braiding her hair
opening her lips
for an early morning kiss
her horse breathes fire & air
he dances in the moon light
he competes with the other horses
who only get left behind
her horse rises up with passion
& enters her with delight
he shares his seed
because mustangs are a good breed
and he knows it
her horse loves her without degree
he prances about in full regalia
showing off his colors
her horse has plenty to offer
he's the leader of many
everyone knows her horse
by his gentle strides
his fierce response
her horse guides her through the forest
carries her when she can't walk
her horse
is happy to be her horse
sometimes he wonders
if he met her in that place
on top of the world
or if it was her
who brought him there
what he doesn't know
is that she wonders
the same thing
~ Kareen Lewis
I can't make your coffee anymore I screamed inside my own head and then looked around to see if he heard me dumped the eggs, lightly over easy bacon crisp, toast buttered and jellied into the trash again Hands trembling while I washed the dishes and listened for the car to screech out of the driveway that's it He should just hit me already beat me down to the ground til he's over it and then let it go last night it was the pillow not fluffed enough again so he got up, threw it at me put his clothes back on and stomped out the door he only came back this morning to prove this was his house and he can come and go as he pleases today the coffee is too weak yesterday, it was too strong last week, there was a hair in the sink it was his hair slap me, push me, kick me, punch me that I can take I will heal but I can't make your fucking coffee anymore ~ Kareen Lewis