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rushes now the spill of feet
a lunar festival right nto moonlight
skirts flaring, hats flipping
as silhouettes swagger with desire
bosoms advancing retracting
against tunes from guitars and tambourine

slay this fiesta with quickening of heels
an extravaganza which shrieks
in the thrill of music
refined by the ecstasy reeled by
tiptoes midway...the exchanges
arm for arm as ladies and men
seal a choreography made only
to.last on this evening, lusty and divine!

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 take me to primitive times
when after bouquets and incense spray the air,
a dance unknowing rigid choreography
pulsates to  inner  throbs of  my body
soaking the nectar of soil beneath my feet,
then to dive among flickers of heat, to drape
a world circling far across stars without
glass nor walls... till all but percussion tempos
inhale the floats inside my lungs, my flesh.
Arms open all cages of birds winging
past trees, hips shedding butterfly threads
floating on sounds of  grass waves and
stone kneads ...

how wild, how tender
and unrestrained my child’s spirit.

Somewhere, Prapto whispers, “listen
to  heart’s movement; break your head”,
till my whole body connects  to the fragrance
of my inner breath, spicy and pungent...
like an odyssey of primitive spins
known only by  my soul willing
for a movement... the invisible cloth of dance.


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*Prapto is the proponent of free body movement,
a distinguished  guru from Java, Indonesia

*Inner body movement-dance connects me 
with nature, life , and self... this i enjoy!

In the Year 2012 Contest: Carol Brown
by nette onclaud

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