Spoken with words as strong as absinthe on a night to remember. And surely the broken horse will mend and once again ride you into a Preakness of passion where the bitter taste will find its sweet flavor once again. Grand slam poem my friend. Everything a poet could aspire too.
I note equestrian metaphors abound in this passage. It is only seeing the picture a second time I realise it is a horse beside the woman - I initially thought it was a human torso as the picture was so misty looking.