Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Vision Dance

We have interludes
the dance goes on
but it is spacious
with the primal vowels
of breathtaking moments.

When we both grapple
for the same root of lust
scratches and bruises
become our steps

When we let go of both
the Goddess and the man
there is no dancer
only the roaring silence
of a sky in bloom.