free-range

i would love to write poetry with this, it's just there with my watch on, i am free-ranging in a time slot. for me to write a poem, i somehow have to step back let it come to me. Oh yes the horses they did come, walked right up to us, with their warm thick fur shining in the sun. i longing for there warm bodies, they had no need for my bare skin, just happy to be around me and they would have stayed there, and who knows if i would have stayed around, i could have put my face against them, felt through their manes, to ride bare back, bare naked :) that would be the ultimate. maybe one day i can leave my watch at home, forget all time, and be with them

totally

not ever getting dressed

no more cold feet