IT'S NOT A DREAM

 

It’s not a dream this

illusion of a blonde haired woman

raining her love upon me

saying, “Do you wanna dance?”

 

and visualizing our bodies

and spirits entwined in

lambada gyration, I consent

 

and cautiously we begin to examine

one another thru the gestures

of the dance

 

hips twisting to the pulsing rhythm

striking like a heartbeat

racing to grasp the flowing blood

 

Casually touching; slowly caressing

we gyrate and entwine ourselves

through sacred animal motion

hands clasp; bodies swiftly move

closer together as the echo of thunder

and the applause of stars resound in our ears

 

It’s an undeniable beauty

that we can not forsake.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An old one from the 90s back when I apparently still had a pulse.

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I Understand This

"...when I had a pulse." and could trip the fantastic kinda lightly :D

 

 


 

 

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Someday we'll break into an a

Someday we'll break into an a cappella version of "Memories".  thanks for dropping by.