The Black Dance
A crucible of black
surrendering in unabashed pleasure
letting go totally
to the essence of you
submitting to your arms
of desire in a black dance.
I don't want to fall in love
I don't want to fall in love
with you
with you
pulled into an eddy of black warm
submitting to your black eyes
to the sensuality of you
as a moth to a flame
the fire raging, the desire climbing
to a fevered pitch beyond sanity
loving you, beyond the limits of time
time... the great divider,
space the connect
the wait the agony,
the bliss nearing,
the freedom of the haunting
in that place, our place
warm in the mist of the hoar
safe to dance our black dance.
No, I don't want to fall in love with you
With you.
bentfeather (c) 03.02.06
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