Dancing Through

I would he could write, or even speak, as dance, sometimes get down mean and sexy dirty. Confusing hybrid not safely translated through static language, these ecstatic moments entered and left without external shadows, remembered warmly but soulfully in shyly smiling muscles unwilling to let go of life without breathing music, refrains training love moments passion trails of kicks and balance leaps of faith Earth will hold these swirling bones and arteries of flowing bliss I must not write too raw but dance as if each cell could swell in angry love songs big and small fast through slow up as down around each day's write to dance abandoned freedom's passion night.