The Eclectic Pen - jump ship or just cast the anchor


By: Katy C. (kelinmarie)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 7/3/2008
Last Updated: 7/3/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 143
Rating:


  I remember
the dance,
sweat-slick skin, dripping
tousled hair.
shoelaces dragging through the
dirt.
bodies pressed tight,
adrenaline ripping from throats,
we were alive
as
strangers made contact
in ways that
would be awkward
anywhere
but here. Here
it was unity. passion. a
beneaththeskin sensual
ity.
this is the dance,
slamming, spinning, hair
flying as the blood pumps,
bruises growing unheeded.
this Is
the frenzy, the voices together,
the sharing of a
common
bond by those who have
nothing
(Everything)
in common,
save
the music.
And Something else -
behind
the driving beat, the
screaming
voices,
the sweat,
the contact.
we all
feel it.
it pulls, beckons,
fills us with . . .

and so we
dance.


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Eva L. (wearetrees) - 7/6/2008 7:03 PM ET
How visceral, how heartfelt! I am dancing, too...
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