Beneath our downcast eyes

we see the words we lost.

Galloping stanzas echo

in our silence.

Our movement lashed

tightly to our chests

Mouths bloodied

with lipstick

dare I say it?

With fists and bits and demanding kisses.

Breath unfrozen.

Heads lifted as the surprising shock

of being

fills

with breath

with sound

with awareness of others

who receive these same sensations

whose manes whip just as freely

whose startled eyes

begin to relax.

Our words grow loud in recognition.

Our words grow fierce

in our possession.