The beast met

In early light's approach
a beast of beauty stood
towering o'er shattered stalks
a flickering mass of steamy black

his hair falls tossed high
upon a sheet of muscle dark
aloof his dark eyes gleam nobility

His sinewy neck twists
holding his head to the sun
His youth and strength defy
the moving grass beneath him
Son of the wind

Immovable but for the joy of summer
coursing his visible veins
this beautiful beast
whose guiltless lustre
frees the stallion
within me