bodies tangled in white sheets beneath thin veils of gossamer
we can caress
and let our limbs, lips and eloquent laughter
dance us, a subtle sway
to a gentle tempo of tenderness
warm breath slipstreams across bare shoulders
fingers prance like feline paws on piano keys
through clouds of curls
palms press and push across plains of soft skin
down valleys, up hills
breathing out, breathing in
we can try
our own key
and attempt to enter the great dance hall
where circuitous swirls of blueprinted beats
vibrate and pulsate open to new geometries
though know
that to disconnect from the flow
will render that key
ineffectual
the key of trust will simply rust
we need only allow ourselves
to be danced
without hurry, without agenda
into the mystery
with openness to
healing to
breathing to
feeling to
giving to
receiving
love
eyes meet like windows winsome memories, (k)new reflections we can repose
and let feelings flood the space between
then resolve back into That
which dances us
it may dance us in twoness
mindful of the oneness
it may dance us to the great hall
and heal us and breathe us
it may dance us into stillness
and a calm, loving smile
through pleasurable pain and all painful pleasure we can be with what is given we can love any heaven as a haven of trust
That’s the key
let it dance us
can we?
(for a lover)
- FMH
(repost from my former blog - Antelope, 2013)