09-29-2011, 03:50 PM
(09-28-2011, 11:01 PM)only rob Wrote: Dancing With Myself II
Absent interaction, loves deft touch
I paint myself across the night This is a gorgeous line - it could be your opener.
pelvis, charming the stars
Glad bedlam of limbs
all akimbo, all swirling circles I like the repetition of 'all' in this line, it serves to establish a dancing beat
to mimic Luna, all bare feet Here, 'all' is droning.
dancing in emerging dew
ten pink flowers
seducing the earth with
secret rhythims rhythims = rhythms
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 societies whim
that I wax jovial in my suit
of slippery skin 'suit of slippery skin' is wonderful.
that I begin to express
the simplest sort of joy
free, free, free
of the very concept
of sin Adore the last two lines, although 'very' could be replaced. Funny how naked dancing/communing is spouted as sin, when I think it's organic and on the more spiritual side. Sex and nakedness honor God.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?

