First effort for the serious board

[only rob]

Dancing With Myself II




Absent interaction, love's deft touch
I paint myself across the night
pelvis, charming the stars
Glad bedlam of limbs

all akimbo, a circle aswirl
to mimic Luna, all bare feet
dancing in emerging dew
ten pink flowers
seducing the earth with
secret rhythims

not gay, but gay
despite Walt’s apt description
of my electric body, my
glorious intercourse with
be-ing, my
happy affront to some assumed
definition of decency
my farmer’s elation at the touch
of living soil

It is not moot that I dance alone
naked
that such frolic, not observed
by any prying eye
serves to make my peace
as if this dervish flees
the machinery of day
to warm obsidian night

and so preclude society's whim
that I wax jovial in my suit
of slippery skin
that I begin to express
the simplest sort of joy
free, free, free
of the nefarious concept
of sin