Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

A poem

The music pounds its heartbeat
In me, through me, through you
Until we are the music, the dance.

Orbiting you in freefall
Spinning joyfully lifted shoulders
As the magnets in your hands and eyes
Draw me into sacred communion.

I taste my salt sweat
Feeling my muscles leap to the dance
As the heartbeat shakes me
And I lose myself in the dance, in You.



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