THE DANCE

The symphony of the moon or the frenzy of the rain?

Both, always both.

I’m greedy that way.

Shedding layer after layer of the me I created over the years

Back, back to the me I barely know.

The beat quickens and I must dance

My lover awaits me and I must dance.

Slick, wet – rain and sweat

                       Or is it blood?

Who cares? Who cares? When the music beats faster and faster and faster and faster and faster.

Move move move move move

Stillness is terrifying.

I will not be what I once was.

Churning, slipping, falling, crawling, ever moving

The beat the beat the beat the beat the beat the beatthebeatthebeatthebeatthebeat!!!!!

 Blood and sweat and rain, pouring pouring all over me

Flowing over me, through me, into me.

My body the me I thought was me

Tearing apart in the glory of my dance.

I’m full so full of life, of me

Of the endless dance I chose to dance

Full to bursting – the cusp of life.

The music builds – the crescendo.

The sky my unpredictable lover calls

His, his, I and the world.

Pull me pull me, tear me up and pull me

Fire and rain in my arms to hold.

There, almost there, I’ve reached you

And then....

                                                                                                I am, no longer.