Tagged: sensation
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