The gate slides, rattling, clanging, heavy through my hands
....allowing me entrance
They stand beyond, motionless but for the occasional swish of a tail
....ignoring my advance
He has finished eating, just a few elusive grains remain stuck to the base of the concrete trough
He watches my approach
... expectant
As I proffer my hand he plunges his velvet nose into my palm
I feel his soft lips on my life line
...lingering to extend
Leaning against him the warmth of my smooth skin mirrors his
...shared heat
I throw the reins over his head and gently ease the bit into his waiting mouth
He rolls the cool metal between his teeth
Grinding with familiarity
Harnessed.
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