I DANCE FOR HIM

 

I DANCE FOR HIM. 

 

For his eyes only, 

On the stage of life. 

I twirl. 

An aerial dance under the stars, 

Amidst the pixies and angels, 

The fawn and imps. 

I dance with his eyes looking up on me. 

 

My hands on the rope that holds me afloat, 

Twirling, 

Gliding, 

Swinging through the heavens, 

And he smiles. 

 

The fairies watch from the limbs of the tree that I dance in, 

the pegasus fly over the lotus moon, 

The wind carries me higher, 

With each swirl and swoop, 

The stars twinkle and dance with me. 

As the universe opens herself up and receives the dance, 

And I her’s. 

Here on this magical night, 

Lost in the woods, 

We dance. 

We commune and we enter the land of love. 

 

Centaur stands guard, 

Strong and fierce, 

His primal stride as he paces, 

Watching the tree line. 

He is my protector. 

He is my guide in the night’s mysteries. 

 

The forbidden fruit of the dance, 

Becoming lost in its sweetness, 

The juices of its existence drip from the limbs that I swing, 

And its nectar covers me. 

Sticking to my fingertips as I twirl, 

And glide. 

Licking my lips as I run my tongue along the rope that holds me. 

Desiring to be taken, 

To be carried. 

Up into the heavens. 

My arms rise and fall, 

As does my breath. 

I can feel him close. 

In his gaze, 

In his tender hunger. 

He haunts me. 

His eyes a glow in the distance. 

Will he come, 

 

Or just stay where he is?

 

As I twirl, 

Sinking my toes in the damp mossy earth beneath me, 

Dropping my body back, 

Arching and pulling. 

My hunger intensifies. 

My ravenous heart wants for its desire. 

Begging to be released from its shackles. 

I dig in. 

And breathe…

 

He has me in his sight. 

Growing closer and stepping back. 

Our energies collide. 

 

I am soft and fluid. 

I am surrendering to my nature and desire. 

And I call to him.

 

Feet against the earth, 

The call of wolves in the distance. 

He is unbound and ready. 

He is hunting me. 

Hungry for his prey. 

And I am ready to be taken under his fang and claw. 

Release me. 

 

The fairies and unicorns, 

Winnie and chant. 

Awaiting the union. 

The birthing of magic. 

The communion of love and intimacy. 

Time and space holding no bounds any longer. 

And I breathe him in. 

Closer he comes, 

No stepping back now. 

He is in my midst. 

Watching me up close. 

His breath on my shoulder, 

Hand on the dimples of Venus, 

My heart skips. 

My hair tousled and loose, 

As it moves with each breath, 

And we twirl. 

We move with the rhythms of the earth. 

It cannot be stopped. 

 

Together we dance. 

For us. 

For love. 

For eternity. 

 

The hippocampus leap from their dreamy waters of the lake as they celebrate, 

Troll, kelpie and manticore rejoice by the fires of eternity. 

For it is the night of convergence. 

Of werewolf and dragon. 

Setting their love free. 

 

And we dance. 

Into the heavens and through hell. 

Thousands of years. 

The dance of eternity. 

Of mystery. 

Sin and saving grace. 

It is never ending and always beginning. 

 

Breathing deep. 

Arms open. 

Twirling under the stars. 

The heavens welcome the dance. 

As do our hearts and souls. 

 

And I dance. 

I dance for him.

 

-KW

 

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