high heels

maybe one day....
i will be a real lady
like when i was
5 years old
my mother's dresses
my favorite toys

hair

certain memory
is in my hair
my locks are long
it's been so long
and feels like yesterday
your ruffled through my hair
do you shave your head
is that how you forget
i am glad
i have my memories
flowing around my face
your kisses most delicious
and more than that
your words like singing birds
still you paint the sky for me
to have been desirable
the chosen
by the sweetest man earth
a genius is what you are
i know that

means for me
that i am not half bad :)

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

wishing

i wishupon a kissyou
here
you in the forest with me

thirsty

I come to you naked
Full of joy
I cup my hand

and taste you on my lips

Pure and sweet

in the tub

secrets

secret veils

panties hanging

in a tree

???