Running through a graveyard,
a gray morning.
Skin tight thighs I run...
They know what it is to run,
they learned from example.
But here they run not away,
not toward,
they just run.
It’s complicated -
Run
Shadows draw me in with great strength,
impressive to my ego
eager to please itself and reflect back
great Womanly Strength
like my name,
to wear it well.
A Gray morning.
It’s complicated -
Touch
Words flowing over me like
anger in an out pour
sadness like a sickness
freedom like pain
laughing, it was worth it
happier than before,
but miss those shadows.
Run
Trust whispered the wind...
The answer to my fear is what I fear the most.
The shadows are my own Gray,
not the murky mind of another...
drawn into the maze of their mind
lost without myself.
Give up the metaphors,
touch the horse.
Touch
A reach out
a touch afraid of eyes that know,
harnessing fear of the unknown,
of the beauty bigger than my heart can bear.
Breathing in hands up
release it to the earth that holds you,
strength in bones unknown to me.
Run
To trust
To look you in the eyes
The shadow spaces that draw me in,
proud...
where we dabbled in the dark
to dig deeper and
simmer under the surface
where the knowing knows
where the seeing eye sits behind the eyes,
watching from the shadows.
Touch
Meditations of my pulse
like the day I learned to run again
like the way you looked I couldn't read you
but reached out when I was ready,
you were steady,
we were calm.
A gray morning,
it dawns on me:
Run
Soul quiet now
beneath the surface,
in the shadows, Knowing.
I listen. Muscles under skin,
Waiting to run,
Waiting to touch...
Eyes to know, learning the magic of mystery
and the pain of freedom,
the logic of feeling,
trickery of touch,
trickery of trust:
Touch
Passing days like a cloud
harness whispers of clarity that embrace like the wind,
Coming and going at will in
gusts and stillness and
like a fresh breeze
swift steps
It caught me held me soothed my tired skin...
Trust whispered the wind...
Run
I begins before the touch,
A knowing shared, searched for in
surfaces run deep.
Breathing starts shallow,
push into it.
Breaths run deep,
let it go. Without a plan,
on the edge of unknown,
to know the moment,
to know myself...
Touch
You see me myself back
to be known behind the eyes
around my bones.
In the shadows to connect,
touch, trust.
A time to run
without knowing
where going...
a Gray morning,
it dawns on me,
just
Run
