Somehow, every poem I try to write about dancing ends up sounding like its about sex. Maybe that shouldn’t be surprising to me.
It’s intoxicating. Dancing, that is.
An example, rough draft style:
moving
as one
I respond
to your every touch.
this conversation
is between my flesh
and yours.
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February 26, 2012 at 2:44 pm
Katie
I like it. :-) And I think it’s appropriate that such poems should have an air of sensuality to them. It’s not something for you to be concerned about; the reader can interpret as they so desire. :-) Perhaps that electricity and excitement is what makes some people so afraid of dancing? I think it better to find the healthy and appropriate expressions of our sensuality and sexuality; they are after all, aspects of being human and alive. I think we deny part of who God created us to be when we attempt to suppress these parts of ourselves out of fear…just my thoughts. :-)
Oh, and keep writing, my wonderful talented friend!!