Love Horse

did I tell you

it rained yesterday
and there was a horse
in our backyard — the water washed
down his mane — pulled
his hair into thick strips
that wrapped around his neck

and when I touched
him he melted
like heroin on a spoon

until all that was left
were two black horse eyes
I put them in a jar

above our bed
where they can stare at us
every night

did I tell you

This first appeared in Petrichor Machine.

Image via Flickr user Jim. Image has been cropped.