Dancing Soul Disorders

If I could write as dance, sometimes get down mean and sexy dirty blues, recreating confusing hybrids not safely translated in static language, these ecstatic moments entered and left without embodied holy shadows, remembered fondly but soulfully in smiling enspirited muscles unwilling to let go of sensual life without breathing glistened music. Refrain training love moments to last through passion rails of kicks and licks balance taking giving leaps of faith Earth will hold these swirling bones bound arteries of flowing bliss and dripping pulpy agonies. Dance scripts unveil moves and positions already body revealed and loved within Earth's kindness and just balancing reward, truth in and through beauty, healthy love abundance in rich organic life and peacefully arresting death, pregnant silent pause. I lust not merely right write but dance with each cell swelling to sing big and small fast then slow up as down around each day's choreography on through abandoned freedom's passion night. If I could dance as write.