Open Poetry #30 |
Dance 1 - The Dance numbers are strange for me and I wrote them |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
We Danced In the supermarket we danced Back and forwards in our song Of failed romance Challenging our courage and turning circle Hesitating in anguish lost Passing our dreams, desires Of blood red meat And dark brown coffee To words electric amongst the batteries Disappearing amongst the beer We danced the dance of baskets The tango of trollies Hiding our eyes Avoiding our tongues To speak in passing In your earthy look You registered for me A money saving offer Cut from the bargain hunters Stopped by early closing We trembled to crescendo But the cashier closed With a smile In the street we danced In our eyes we spoke Nothing but desire In the night we danced Heating our bones Desiring bare nothings Wrestling alone In a way we loved Touching your eyes With faint images of frozen delight To whisper blown air Until we dance again |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I love this dance ... a dance of desire which can be performed everywhere, no need for a special stage. Love, Margherita |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I want the address to that grocery store! Welcome to Passions, Dave! Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? |
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