Partner, playmate, provocateur
I forget the power you hold
Transform this sullen sleep-walker
Into giddy, grande, and bold

Whether all alone and careless
Letting go and moving free
Or intricate instruction meant
To mold each tiny turn of me

You bring me living lessons
Self acceptance, courage, trust
If only I would not deny you
Save sacred space in me, for us

— by me, April Resnick


Paintings are dancing… by ribhu on

~ by April on June 7, 2013.

3 Responses to “Dance”

  1. This is exquisite. Beautifully crafted and gently erotic…
    Or is that just me?

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