The Dance
He lured her there,
Enticing her spirit.
The dance had its own rhythm.
Its movement followed the scent
of animal instinct.
The energy invoked was primitive.
She had memorized the dance.
This ancient ritual had its own language.
It took on a force of its own.
The urge possessed them both.
The heat from the sun,
she possessed.
The moon he owned.
When both their worlds merged,
a new one was born.
Copyright © Madison Meadows | Year Posted 2015
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