horses are my happiness.

i had never seen anything like you before,

your head was easily fifteen feet from the floor.

your chocolate eyes looked at me, not through me,

and you listened to my every whim.

i remember climbing onto your back,

and my little girl voice telling you"high ho, silver, away!"

to which you laughed and stood there patiently,

because you knew the damage you could do.

you always chose not to, though,

and i remember that. happiness for me

is when i know that you can hurt me,

but i know that you're choosing not to.