Posted Monday, February 6th, 2006
A Very Long Time
It's been such a very long time...
Shimmer mist rims my collarbone
forming a small pool at the base of my throat.
A sweep of my hair frees the liquid
to trickle a slow journey south,
meeting clean sheets of moisture
freed through pores too long held back,
hidden by wool and cotton.
The passion for dance
The desire for freedom
damned up for years.
Once again, the gyrations of music,
vibrations pry to tear the dam free
Open the flood gates.
Torrents of motion
waves of swirling whirlpools
Old familiar rhythms pulse through the floor,
swirling music up my legs,
snuggling into every curve like my old favorite pair of jeans.
The heat of the other dancers
invites me to re-visit old feelings
old joys, old passions.
Dormant undulations kept
quiet through years of "appropriateness" explode
into ripples of sheer celebration.
Arms that have poised politely
creep up my hips.
Fingers spread up my ribs
Rediscovering twists and turns
I didn't think would ever move again.
I stretch my arms wide, wider
searching to grasp that magic that once
intoxicated my soul so long ago.
Comments [post a comment]
Posted by In Transit [ firstname.lastname@example.org
] on Monday, February 6th, 2006 at 9:36 AM
If one allows one's mind to wander... one may apply:
Posted by maggie shurtleff [ email@example.com
] on Monday, February 13th, 2006 at 10:54 PM
i can feel the longing in this piece- the need to remember one's self-- all of her, sensuality, power, independence, love-- all of it, linked and displayed in a metaphorical dance..
i enjoyed the piece.