tuesday, july 13
pine ridge reservation, south dakota
yesterday i rode 8 hours on my yellow horse through the prairie,
like a real cowgirl
my riding companion said i'm not a real cowgirl yet
because i rode a horse but i haven't rode a cowboy
not a real one anyways, he says.
i rode the wild horses on the prairie
i don't ask to be forgiven,
i ask to be free
i won't be broken
i will keep becoming me
i offer you my heart, but no apologies
my love is naked and i will make you see me
no insurance policies
just this (now) beating moment of what is
i won't be caught
i am dancing barefoot in the wild wheat
under the abalone sunset sky
of blues and grays and pink quartz clouds
shimmering magical iridescence like a shell
silver sage of ocean prairie
wild tall grasses magic carpet ride
magic is not reliable
but it's far more magical
mode of transportation through this life
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sounds like your riding companion was tryin' to get laid. ;)
ReplyDeletethat's the spirit i love, woman. dance in the bare pink underbelly of wildness.
dance and make your partner know your name.
aho
Aho - both of you!
ReplyDeleteyes he was trying to get laid, lol
ReplyDeletehad to tell him to work on the horses not me