HORSES.

Two heads are better than one

so together our heads are in a comfortable lead

we know not why we run

But all we hear are chants and songs these humanoids sing

Our heels awakens the earth from its slumber

And our tails sends out lovely signals to the wind

they merge as one, call them lovers

But signals of our tails to the wind is much deeper a kiss

we run fast

but not as fast as sensation

We want to strive far

As deep as penetration

you wish we are what you think

Sorry we are not, we are just HORSES.

THE POST MAN : gino HENRY