Beauty, untamed

Be wild. Be free

beauty
on the loose
dancing across
the summer sands,
unspeakably wild,
his black mane
blowing untamed in the warm wind

no rider
would dare
to ascend,
for fear,
they would be thrown,
cast down,
for attempting to ride
a king…

do not let,
yourself be ridden,
do not succumb
to the bridle,
or the whip,
nor the shit,
or be saddled with,
another’s burden…

you were born
to run free,
truly wild,
like the wind
across the sands of time.