A night in the Andes

What are you afraid of? 

He asks me 

Are you not afraid of the mountains?

He says 

Are you not afraid of the dark? 

No

I’m afraid of heights 

On riding on trails 

With steep edges 

In the Andes 

I tell him across the table 

But men can also be scared right?

He asks me 

already knowing the answer

Of course I say 

and look him in the eyes

And there is

A softness 

I can’t see when he 

Whips the horse 

With the rebenque 

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