I’m Yours

Gray- -blustery weather
– -infringement on my flesh.

Warm in your eyes,
yes- -your eyes turn me
inside out- -aching for more
than a smile gives in a coffee shop.
I’m yours anywhere- -licking
whipped cream
from a five o’clock mustache- –
snacking lips play games. 
Touch me- -tangle up my heart,
warm desire- -quickly
tuck me into you- -need
needs taming.

My hand in yours- –
one snow crystal in a blizzard.
I’m all yours- –
melt me.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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Silence

Sudden cloud cover
ushers in silence- –
profusely silent
wildlife awaits snow- –
morning coffee warms
mid November’s chill
sleeping- -he breathes slow
timid light breaks- -blue
through a frosted pane
a kaleidoscope
splashes- -fire crackles
gently I kiss him
stirring his senses
silence- -holds me close.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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Nestled

Trees weep brilliant hues
brisk wind defies darkened peace
your arms my haven
amid ranting frozen rage
crystal white billows
outside- -I nestle in you
legs entwined we sleep
warm- -breathing in unison
we soften the storm

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

A Gray Horse Storm

Wet gray horse comes
driving down the rain,
cool- -cleansing.
Thick mist swirls- -curls
through the woods
in its wake.
The unsettling
of seasons drifting
shakes my soul- –
somehow
it comforts me though.
Odd- -a storm soothing me
with its hoof beats pounding- –
resounding a drum roll
and mantra
so utterly free flowing.
Vibrations of sound
a profound statement
tattooed to my heart.- –
symbols crashing,
lightning flashing,
rain drops splashing
against the panes.
Waves- -carried by wind
in a gray horses mane.
I hesitate- -breathing
may change the horses gate.
I long to lasso it,
ride it bareback- –
break-neck wild and mean,
I mean I would love
to ride the wind
in a wet gray horse storm.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.