Open Poetry #33 |
When the killing stops |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Fertility Dance Dance My feet Sing My heart Magic Your body To me Dance My breast Sing My loins Magic My hips Birth your land Dance My desire Sing My land Magic Your hands For me Dance My heart Sing My soul Magic Whole To rise again Fertilise Grope Harvest Hope Burning Loss Cost Hunger Death For me I call you With my breath I call you Come to me I am the dance |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
could feel this one strong |
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E S West Member
since 2004-08-31
Posts 116California |
your fingers dance well too when they write.. good read... E S West "always be true to SELF, and follow your heart.." |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I know I posted this before, but I sat down one day and I could see the killing would start again. These were the words I wanted to write but in a way they now seem right and that is a sad thing to say. Dave |
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