Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Dance

The geodes whirl in their demographic sphere
As lights caress the essences of fire and of air
Muscles tense, she waits in graceful anticipatory flux
For the first heartbeat to bring a life to deathly silence

Emotions float gracefully from limb to limb
A sensuous upsweep, a stumble, a plea
The surreal whisp of fabric over skin
A stretch of leg, a lift of chin, the dance begins.



Alison Day
2000


Alison Day - 2001