Spray rising in the hot August sun,
Sparkling as it catches sunlight,
Like beautiful, natural diamonds.
Cold drops against warm skin,
Forearm muscles tensed, firmly holding,
Checking increase in speed, holding back.
Endearments spoken into ears that twitch,
Backwards, forwards, the listening horse
Dances through the stream bed,
At one with its rider two creatures
Bound together, travelling in unison.
© Carolina de la Cruz – 6th April 2012