He clings to him full-body,
His face buried in the mane.
One of his legs is thrown over
The far side of the horse,
The other is bent, with the knee
Down and the foot on the rump,
The heel pointing away. He is naked.
His skin is the same golden white
As the horse's. His hair is the same
Black as the thicket of trees
In the background, which is blurry,
With patches of sun falling through.
The horse stands in belly-deep water
Near the edge of a pond, his eye
Open, his muzzle almost touching
The water. The man's long arm
Lies across the muscular shoulder.
His face is pressed into the neck.
He does not want ever to let go.
He is in bliss. The horse feels
The man on his back, and the hot tears.
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