Wild Horses

...inspired by my favorite Stones song

Wild Horses

 

It was our song,

The idiosyncratic sound

of jagger,

the virtual stampede upon my heart

of wild horses

 

you hummed it

Night and day,

Strummed it upon your air guitar

as I rode your body

with the gesticulation of hips,

to thunderous rifts

of weeping guitars

and bleeding verse.

you broke my stride

the willingness of my gait,

allowing me to slip through your hands

the needle skips

across the vinyl now,

a sweeping exit.

 

 

 

photography by Kimerlee Curyl

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry.
"to thunderous rifts
of weeping guitars
and bleeding verse."
The above lines are a good place to land and know. Thank you Kelly for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your reviews give me much cause to proud of what I've done. It's just your way of expression, John...thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Kelly.

[J. K. Beach]

Oh, Kelly, this is a delightful one! I love this song too (though I think my daughter loves it more... she rides horses weekly and is a member of the Mustang Preservation Society. I doubt she could, freshly fourteen... just yesterday... appreciate some of the finer... ah... points of your piece here, but she hums or sings the song now and then. It is so funny to hear the words, innocently expressed, coming out of her mouth.) Your ability to craft such sensual meaning (without overt innuendo) is a gift. This one flows so well down the page... ending in an exquisite climax. Excellent writing my friend!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Whenever I hear this song, it's like hearing it for the first time. I wanted to honor that, to keep the sexual connotations subtle, so I'm very pleased to know you picked up on that...thank you, Jeff! ...tell your daughter I envy her riding horses every week! ; )