I Danced

I danced moving in defiance of the static word until my soul being brittle as are all things frozen cracked against the heat of my pleasure and flowed through my skin as sweat thus cleansed of privilege I fell from grace into the pit where flesh writhes wet with love and the faithless burn consumed in the moment only to be born again to face the flames in pain and I rejoiced for there cursed by the divine within the dust I discovered my spirit is not so diseased as to need the yoke and the lash to subdue its passions to protect it from life’s vivid complexion I discovered I am audacious as the child who laughs as the earth beneath her crumbles who leaps from the arc seeking intimacy with the storm who rejects salvation to taste the breeze to breathe and die in joy without hope