The Burning



The heat of the dance



the brown eyes followed me

burning in the shadows

you moved around me

always hidden

until you struck

I followed you

hand on hand

hand on hip

tapping a rhythm

on the back of my wrist

as our heels caught the ground

flying in sparks

stretching the strings

bending me back

branding my heart

carving your name

etch by etch

into my soul

I could not breathe

you stole a kiss

forcing your life into my lungs

dizzying my mind

penetrating my soul

heat touching heat

the edges of my body igniting

a flash


consuming reason

burning out of control

turning our bodies to flames

singing your name until my voice

can no long make a sound

losing each other

to each other

in hide and seek

to find one another again

burning with the heat of the dance


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The connection

charge sparkled

between fingers

in their hair

layered on skin

the corona expanding

and he held his breath

eyes meeting

their first dance

the darkness


for the first time in years

she pressed closer

to hear the song of his heart

moving to the beat

of lifetimes

found again in each others arms

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Dark. Muggy and no clouds in sight. Languid, but tranquil in the dusky light as I lay across the sofa.

Thoughts of the wind and the rain and the water. Always the rain and the green grey sky of a September afternoon from years ago. Wind howling and the lightning scattering like cat scratches across the dark and troubled sky. You remember…

remember it like it was yesterday…moments ago and the thoughts pour down just like the rain did that dry day…we hadn’t had rain for months and were praying for it….

Ocean waves, the muted green silk frothed with water lace rippling on the rocks at the back of the Sutro cave rippling as my skin in the cold of the fog splintering my nerves on tiny skewers. The shell, pink and white and oh, so fragile, lay in your hand as you thought in the dry, white heat of the desert….you couldn’t say a word…not to anyone…but I knew….

knew like the lines that cross my palm or the hunger at the end of the day…hunger coming in waves…the heat of the day rising in mirage from the asphalt…making you think…


why the spirit dances in the dead of night when no one but the stars see…whirling under the branches to the scent of roses and leaves crisping in the summer heat…you are a voyeur, aren’t you …I’ve said that before , but it’s true…like it or not…..yards of cloth sway in breezes and body movements that leave you drunk with desire and longing to touch…you won’t…won’t allow yourself to do that…and she knows…can feel your breath on her neck down her arms…the breath that is the wind carrying her in the dance…your heartbeat marking the tune as her feet glide and she twirls leaf-like in your heart…is alone and will be so through time…so close you can feel her, smell her scent but never touch her…make her yours…she pulls off the veil to reveal your own face looking back at you and you flinch and then realize she is a mirror and you are the mask…forever hiding from yourself and from her….and you believe in your safety and you believe you are untouched by your desire…..alone in a confessional the little panel slides back to reveal…what?

…staring at the screen only shadows beyond and you still won’t reveal it…won’t tell you the truth until finally the desperation drives you dizzily down the wire and YOU tell her what you have longed for…what you wish and what you fear…and there is silence greeting you…is she listening…eavesdropping to what is said between the lines…and she softly tells you to light a candle for her soul and say 3 Hail Marys..because surely you are driving her to a hell of your…her own creation clawing at the bedsheets and howling into the dark…unheard

what is this thing that makes you think you are so civilized?

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Pure essence and emotion
portrayed in dances of the secret heart
and the rolling waves
She flies the music
lifting to soar up
cascading down
Pulling away from
the approaching crags
with precision timing
Seabirds dance with the approaching storm

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The Dance

Take me dancing
trailing skirts in the wind and
twisting my body back
feet tapping
hair whipping
whispering out against my skin
and the deep blue of the night
my hands stretch out
fingers lightly caressing
a distant
gypsy longing
gliding back laughing
into your arms

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