Summer Solstice

Writing today

hot as it is

finding my place

in the hay
saddles racked

ready to ride
passion, drama

seasoned rawhide
horses look on from

their linear stalls
wishing they could

come an sit
an tell me the tales

of their living, that
life is for writing

riding and loving….

 

@gmcknight 6/20/12

A Poem by Hollie

Would that I could be the light lingering softly
and oh so delicately upon your skin. A warm caress.
That brightness that wrinkles your nose
and produces a full body sneeze. The breezy breath
of floral fresh.
Would that I could be the conflagration burning
beneath your breast, that pounding muscle,
in your chest.

Wish I were the dream that feeds you life,
a simmering whimper escaping your lips,
as you succumb to the ministrations of another.
Strangle the senses drawing them tighter,
binding them to the urgency of me,
who wants only to be the man you see.

Would that I could be the silky comfort
that wraps you in sleep: safe, secure.
Would that I could exist as a languishing touch
resting against your hand,
cradled by your love as the babe in need.

@Hollie June 15, 2012