Wednesday, June 20, 2012

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

Saturday, June 16, 2012

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