The Dance Poem by Leah DeCresce

Pale white skin stretched over brittle bone,
blue eyes nervously question the body below.
A vast landscape awaits, longing for touch.

Hands tremble, hesitantly seeking
softness to caress, reluctant-
fearing infliction of pain.

A slow increased, & the bodymusic crescendos,
until a final depth is found within fire.
Lavalike, it rises to meet, to fit so perfectly,
to please unconditionally.

Dancing together under thick fabric seas,
a sudden interworld solace is achieved through unification.

Another sharp crescendo.
The music is a pulse, a heartbeat, a persistent thumping until
it collapses; this dance has ended.

Sudden warmth, a head hits the pillows.
Closed lids, arms & legs & fingers & lips interwoven,
criss-crossed & careful.

It comes like an ocean,
eyes a beach & waves crashing down upon it until suddenly,
all is calm.

all is well, & slumber has conquered, with dreams of future dancing.

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