Sometimes I go out dancing to a party or to a bar. It’s getting to be bedtime (for me; I like to go to bed early when I can) and yet my spirit is up for some fun, movement and social interaction. If I were to write a poem inspired by a night this past weekend it might go like this… well it is going like this:
I swim in a sea of dancing bodies,
rhythm of this dj has just morphed out of the last one,
I dance in to my own heart’s decree, but he helps me, music man,
landing upon a carpet of melody the pain disipates,
the thoughts meadander into yesterday
I climb then onto my man’s back; asking for forgiveness of my age and meager past life story
hoping to bask in a moment of connection.
We rest in each others’ flower
as I uncurl from his breast I feel a
throb in my arm as someone spins a cartwheel catching me in the arm
brings me down to earth till I can have certainty again
open my eyes to watch the others dance.
one man spinning one woman,
one man off in his mind of dnace, somewhere,
sometimes beer gets in the way of the dance.
two women are in trance, eyes closed, breathing in their sensuality as goddesses
here on dance floor earth.
I go by a speaker and kiss it’s bass line as the tremor melts my diss-ease, causing me to smile and wriggle
with my own storyline.
Enter more people,
wait for the moment again to feel the invite of he and she and dj:
it’s a new dj,
Bennyreggae beats my blues
be gone now, you are not wanted blue boredom, judgement, fear, sadness, wariness,
All of these now are under restraining order.
Forgiveness.
We dance as sweat forms and cleanses us and a second wind graces us,
my legs are soar; the music calls me to move though.
this is my high, my drug, my almost number one love
to dance this is the dance, to be free, to be with me and be with thee,
I love this then,
better than bedtime early on this night,
all the muscles they let go; they are used up, they are formed and re-foremd with a flow that is not linear,
that is what she loves;
this artisitc flow that is a hang in terms of body shapes, hang, swing, stillness, waiting, forgiving,
remembering, breathe me, breathe me, I can lift my arms and open my heart, listen and smile within.
Thank you for this love, I am this love, I can let you be here with me, this is good for me.
The End – to begin again.
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