April 24, 2015

Dance. {Poem}


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.




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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