memories

i hidei run

in the forest
through the snow
but the memory
of your hand
on my breast
you stroking my back
no forest deep enough
i can't run far enough
there is always me
i think of you

and can still

feel your touch

this love we feel

how our hearts dance and rejoice

from the warm fires within

for life and the love that feeds it
nothing can stop the flames, the heat, the fire
this morning I feel a little better
had the house to myself last nite
fresh tracks in the snow this am

as i walked to work at 7 15
my eyes can see the trail in the dark

I love to keep my night vision working
the stars were shining

the sky, mostly clear

the air is crisp and cold on my bare skin
I sang my prayers and greeted the earth

sun and moon, the trees

our friends that stand firm

and greet us on our way

down the trails

how lucky I am

to be able to walk to work each morning

thru the woods

peace and quiet greet me

I must keep that feeling in my heart

bear bare

run

run if you can

i am going to speak

from now on

my own deepest truth

bare my self more totally

the wild animal me

as with bears

or bare women

i am more likely

be scared of you

it's me running

run and reveal

i hope

i don't get cold feet

taking myself out of the picture

I like to write a poem
but can't come up with the words

here you see me
very deliberately
so what is this purpose
i know when i'm not posing
more in my natural state
i take myself out of the picture
and give myself away
so here you go
you can have me
my life is truly beautiful
when i don't get in the way
like giving up trying
to write this poem
i tell you it's all the keyboard
it wasn't me
i am just practicing
with poses
with poems

and being me

September 2009

sunlight dappling

kisses all over me

how sweet this memory

my skin light bronze

the touch of your lips

in a world pale gold

i was your queen

the bed we slept in

studded with pink sapphire

it's you that i desire....

Now

Hi there :)
At yesterdays post, the photos are almost a year old.
As Annie and i do not exactly live close together, i sometimes make pictures of myself (or my husband does:).
Yesterday i felt -driven- to make some new pictures to go with Annie's words.
Here they are!And yes, the joy of doing together, i miss that.
And yes, the snow is cold.
But really it's like with a sauna, when i am warm enough, there i go, it's a plunge and quickly i dress again and start walking.....feeling.... renewed, elated.

on my own

in the cold

the exhibitionism

exhilarating

my toes

nearly froze

now tingling with heat

really that's how i live my life

loving lavishly

and to be fortunate enough

to once in a while

feel the heat

ahhhhh........:)

to love and be loved extravagantly

driven

how can u explain

the female spirit

what makes us

dance and sing

rejoice naked

my question is

how can we not

feel driven

to feel the wind

the sun, ice, cold

warm skin

our bodies

This picture was taken sometime in May/09, a warm day in early spring.

I bask in the hot sun rays, in the midst of dry thorn bushes.

Wild rose bushes.

Was that then or is it really now.

The roses will bloom again.

There and then i was able to lay among the thorns, in a barren land, snow not entirely gone, perfectly happy.

I was perfectly happy, i do remember that.

I remember i took off my glasses for the picture(vanity), i put them somewhere on the rock, i could not find them, and imagined going down the mountain half blind. The things one does for love.

I did find them :)

And maybe the roses are not blooming but the moss campion is.




And if you have ever smelled this pioneer Silene, you know life is good, very good.

home alone

what do you do?

when you are

home alone

i go into

my wonderland garden

looking for

winter animals

are you up there

in the tree?

come play with me.

miss you

Annie Annie!

i call out your name

in Joy

enjoy!

i feel the heat of the horse back

galloping over frosty fields

Annie Annie!

i miss you

will you come back?

riding bareback

you are living your dream

blond locks flowing

so long ago

i still see his smile

this very moment

miracles coming true

eternity in the sound of stampede

blowing in the wind

dispersing wisps of steam

out of trembling nostrils

dreaming

half awake
dreaming
of a dream within a dream
my body remembers
rose petals swirling down
losing their lightness
shake me awake
to write down
all that seems significant
somewhere
i woke as my body
was moving
only now
i wonder
who was i having sex with?
all i know
that beyond these letters
behind the memory
of the dream
within a dream
somewhere sometime mmmmmmmmmm:)
we did make love, right?