Wild horses

I know nothing about wild horses only
that their ferocity and beauty thrive
in the impetuous autonomy of non-restraint.
The stallion rears up, snorts, dances on two legs.
Basic blind instinct moves mares into his harem.

I loved a man once who summoned women with
a sideward glance, a crooked smile, chomped
at the bit of belonging, crowded phone numbers
and names into the corral of short-term memory.

I know nothing about wild horses
only that they thrive
in the impetuous autonomy of non-restraint.

(c) Deborah J. Hunter 2001
Deborah J Hunter is a poet and spoken word artist  from Houston Texas. Teaching courses on self-esteem through self-expression, and poetry
performance.