Still Life in Dance

Into me they

Soak, seep, fuse and flow

Melodies that float

Weaving and meandering

Like serpents tame

Around Shiva’s throat…

Notes that loom

Large and soft

Flitting here and there

Undulating high, then low

Swinging me along

My limbs in tempo…

As if her music

Is for me, his words mine

Tender, touching, soulful

Oh so complete in their

Wine drenched richness

Their swinging sensuality…

Time has stood still

Years have stopped dead

Nature frozen in its action

An immobile, mid-poised reality

Where only the senses of

Immerse and bathe are alive now…

~Glowing Embers~

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