I can see every line of your muscles as you walk up to greet me,

your long dark red main flowing beside you.

The tiny patch of white nestle perfectly on your nose,

and your gentle eyes look deep into mine.

You are finally mine,

Like all the dreams I had as a child,

like all the pictures I drew in my mind of how you would look,

and now here you are,

so close to me that I can run my hand down your withers,

and smell your smell mixed with leather.

Welcome home Cowboy.

07/16/2004