The need for the sweetness
of just one ecstatic embrace
pervades every sinew and every stroke
of my dancing.
I am graceful, I am lithe,
I am the serpent, coiling
Can you feel my form circling
your steps, fluid, our shapes joyous
our love, boundless?
The drums are calling,
the rhythm grinds, lower,
beckoning…
a storm and a bird song are we.
Forward, we are passionate motion—
until we can move no more further
save down, into the soil
onto the ground
remade into the likeness of One
We are holy, and natural.
Clasp me, I am diving,
catch me, I am spinning
reckless in my potential
and helpless to the whims of my spirit.
I am sweaty, you are musky
we are animals,
laughing
at the strength and beauty of our skins.
Release me, we are wild
and neither subject to the other
nor the law of the world:
we are timeless.
~Anna Chlewicki Lightfoot~
