"It's been too many nights of being with,
to now be suddenly without"
Adam Navarro "The Whisper" Tender - 15 years, 9 months, 13 days ago

Wild Horse

I'd like to be your wild horse. For you to feed me silver sage. To paint your poems with desert tongued clay across my back and ride me savagly, as the sweet and southern wind though a green and wild Kentucky.
I'd be your secret sun, blazing dark and red in the orchards. And you would steal away to watch the way my silver belly bends and bows beneath you.
I'd be your wings in the foothills of Montana. Your lover in the oceans of the world.
And you'd make me my many calico children and scatter me across the green memories of home.
You'd be my hungry valley and sow my golden fields of wheat in your womb.
Adam Navarro "The Whisper" Tender - 15 years, 9 months, 19 days ago