Two Poems

2014-05-22 14.51.01Micropoetry that wandered in and stayed.



Reach out for you
hrough the dusk, the ink
the grey light of morning

Touch your hand
caught my breath, my faith
shall we dance once again?




Until Then

“Break a wild horse,” you said.

The stallion stood perfectly calm.
I rode him back to you
naked as my soul.

You remained unbroken.



About S. Kay Nash

S. Kay Nash is a writer, editor, and bibliophile. She lives in Texas with a mad scientist and a peaceful contingent of dogs and cats.
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