the deep pit
the hollow… the way in
a reception
a meeting
a hand holding ceremony
they spin my spine
in light of the heart
feet soft
pounding
generating
sluicing into the microcosmic nakedness
it is art this dance
a revelation
a ladder
of stretched intention
dense with bone
with
structure
guarded by angel thoughts
sometimes dark
huge winged creatures that ask to see your certainty before letting you pass
we name them,
Beelzebub
Lucifer
we name them
Michael and Raphael
we name them
they are our grave thoughts our winged irony
our need
protecting us…
standing tall..
begging the dance
in the way
of
the
climb
Silver Poetry 
God I love your words! I’ve missed this place and reading from some of my favorite poet bloggers (this includes you). 😉
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:))))) thankyou xxx
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I had images of the Dance of the Seven Veils as I read the poem…another tempting verse with exception art.
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wonderful! thank you I have those images now in my mind swirling fluid movement
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dance is the celebration of the joy of movement
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yes .s p i n nnnnnnn
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Beautiful imagery! Léa
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Thankyou x
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🙂
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:))
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Artistry. And no other word will suffice.
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the deepest swirling piece of me absorbs your compliment
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