It’s not unusual to feel still
air rush over your cheeks and
past your ears. It’s you moving
forward in a bold waltz rhythm
that’s less domesticated than dance.
It’s perfectly normal to release
the earth and be held by intention
and hoof beats and a lesser degree
of gravity than what roots docile
human feet to mud and grass.
It’s the ordinary excellence of a
woman and a horse. Ribs expand as
hips surrender to the rolling impulsion,
closing your eyes just long enough
to feel the power in letting go.
Beautiful, sensual and a smidge erotic…. that word has played in a few written pieces lately, just saying.
🙂 Maybe. Thanks, Kim
The beauty and joy are always one not two
Never two
Amen. Thanks, Barb.
I feel it.
Nice, isn’t it? Thanks, Chaz