Tag Archives: Dancing

Ferocious Still Life

Amid all the noise, in the middle of all that crowd, with a vast sky above and an Earth filled with bones below, somehow we keep dancing like the only two people in the world. In that little space we find ourselves still. Atoms no longer oscillating individually.

I never thought I’d crave still life so ferociously.

Locked by a stare that contains novels, masterpieces wrapped in lips. If I could capture a tenth of the feeling your hand woven through mine produces in words this poem would embarrass Neruda, Keats would tip his hat. There would be seminars based on what I meant when I wrote: the quenching of Latrice brought phantasmagoric delight to every corner of the hobbit house.

It’s the way you dance that makes everything alright. Like there was no yesterday and no tomorrow and all that matters is the next chorus. Your eyes find mine like the butterflies find Mexico.

I think it’s your laughter that makes California poppies super bloom.

When I hear your voice, inside my heart a bird nest takes shape. And I crave to hold something so delicate that it makes my entire body shake ever so gently.

Dance Because You’re Happy or Because You’re Sad or Because You Just Want to Move Your Stupid Feet

EDM shook the walls and the crowd cheered along to the giant drops. She didn’t really know what she was doing there, and with a complete stranger! He was good looking, but in that totally manufactured way, everything too trim and airbrushed-looking.

He grabbed her hand and tried to lead her out into the madness of the dance floor, bright multi-colored lights pulsing over a sea of convulsing bodies. She resisted.

“I don’t like to dance to music like this,” she explained.

He said, “But it’s dance music.”

“Yeah, but it’s just too energetic.”

“It’s dancing, you’re supposed to be energetic.”

“I guess, it’s just too much,” she told him and then excused herself to the bar.

While waiting for the bartender’s attention, she pulled her phone out and looked through Instagram at nothing in particular,  wondering if dating was always going to be like this.

The bartender finally appeared. He asked, “What would you like?”

The words entered her ears and traveled through her body, leaving her frozen. Her mind entered a dark trance. When she finally opened her mouth to speak invisible moths took their escape.