Dance
The incarnation
of a thought,
fire ignited by desire
to exist as flesh,
to destroy in a moment
the limitation of all
that separates
past from future,
that isolates
what must be consumed
to make new,
that gathers
the dust scattered
by the explosion of time,
the insatiable thirst,
that divides
while leaving finger prints
of longing
on all the paths traced
upon the contours of the body,
that evaporates
at the touch
striking each cord of music
dancing in the eyes.
©
2005 Richard Sidy