Dancing for you

When life is sad I dance. The drums and string instruments quiet my spirit and give wings to my feet, thunder and lightening.

When the beat is strong I immerse myself in it and do not think of you.
The dancing heals my wounds; I dance to heal my wounds but would like to dance for you who caused them.

Dancing into fountains of light I pretend I dance for you. Sway and sway again, wantonly desiring I dance for your shadow.

I dance through time and feelings. You beat to a rhythm that isn’t mine.
Peace is achieved through the song and dance; I can dance out my feelings.

As in the words of Leonard Cohen: “…..dance me to the end of love”

Anna Maria

To Silver Wind who likes the sea

What am I doing in Cherbourg? I am alone and there is no hope of forgetting you, even here, in this magic place.

It is night time now. The ocean throbs its waves into the tide, and the waves try to cling to the shore.
As I tried to cling to your love, to no avail.

The sea surges and roars and the wind calls your name.
I crave your hands, your face, and your kisses. I hunger for you as the crests of the waves hunger their return to high seas.

Like the sea, you swallowed everything in me. You took my soul and gave it up, wounded, like the waves tear the sand from the shore in a rustling of salt.

I feel your presence in an errand wave and the wind chills my heart.

Anna Maria