When We Dance

When we dance
In the barefoot ballet
Music gently lifts us
Touching our spirits in flight

Our bodies
Mere vehicles
Insufficient containers
Of our desires

Our bodies
Vulgar transporters
Defying solitude
Entwined
Hot
Damp from the effort

Our bodies
Charnel envelopes
Yielding and resisting
In perpetual combat

Our bodies
Sealed tightly
Take on their own lives
Where there is only
Sensation

In the dim flashing lights
Like gold dust in a river bed
A momentary holiday
From intellect
And self-doubt

From truth

When we dance
In the barefoot ballet

We dance
Like we make love

2 comments

  1. Theo Black

    This is beautiful. The way a physical connection creates a spiritual one — A momentary holiday From intellect And self-doubt From truth

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