Centaur

Helmets flashing,

 Shielded, faceless

Urban warriors,

Roaring at full throttle

Steel steed welded to flesh,

A Centaur and his rider

Speed by.

Bent into the wind

Arms wrapping his waist,

The waif leans in, clasped to his back

melting into the ride

of one fluid motion…

Red light.

Shift. Idle stillness. Trickle of time.

Small hands sweep his arms,

Flutter to his back,

Smooth the wrinkled shirt,

Then rest on his shoulders.

His hand reaches for hers,

Thumb kissing knuckles softly…

Green light. Moving on

to ride the wind and war dragons,

Arms return to waist

Breasts to back

Thighs to hips.

Angel, cloak and shield

Waif and centaur

Roar on into the sunrise.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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