If I could dance naked
In the streets,
on the rooftops,
To my own private music;
Hear the flute of the wind in my ears
As it caresses my skin
And whips my hair.
The guitar of the raindrops
As they ping onto my skin
And slide down it’s silky smoothness.
The drum of the thunder
And the cymbals of lightening
Incite me to forget civilization.
Primitive and wild,
Seductive and wanton.
The glow of the moon
Would be my spotlight
As I danced for the world
And for myself.
Would you hold me down
And beg me to stop?
Or would you join me
In the rhythmic beating
of life around us,
And let our heartbeats
Become drums,
And our breathing
Become one.
Relephant:
For the Free-Spirited Females with Fiercely Sensitive Hearts.
Author: Joelene Hart
Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith /Editor: Renée Picard
Photo: Vicky Mania/Pixoto
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