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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
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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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