Dancing While Writing
If I could write as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty blues,
recreating hybrid paradox
not safely translated in static
linearlanguage
These ecstatic moments
entered and left without embodied holy shadows,
remembered fondly wide
yet soulfully deep
in smiling spirited muscles
unwilling to let go of sensual life
breathing glistened music
Refrains 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 soothed
and smoothly loved
within Earth's luxury of kindness
and passion's 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.
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