L'aura del Campo

In you stallion filled nightmare

In a stallion's nightmare

for Ajo

He runs naked through the grassy fields and you chase him balls swinging, arms begging him to come home. You break out in sweat and he's lying there ass-up and begging. You put on a saddle and ride him through the sunsets to the end of the plains. At dawn he is gone, bareback and finally free. You pick up his blanket and gently hold the broken reins. You will ask for him in every bordello, search through your dreams. He runs wild and you must tame him or accept he was only a one night's mare and not the stallion he seemd. You wander off in no particular direction. You ask the vultures who gather which way he's gone. They clean your flesh, lift your bones. You ride the thermals with them high above mountains. You search for swift moving hooves with a long flowing mane. He's paler than a Palominao you tell your companions. You point him out and they circle to feast. They spit you out at his feet. You speak deep into his eyes. I know I'm your nightmare but without you I can't dream.

© Kåre Enga [166.325] 30.november.2009

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