Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
She Dances
by Scáth
August 2004
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For Aria...
The willow tree sways in the capricious wind, as
she dances down the
path.
Bare feet fleetingly touching the moist earth as she heads toward the
beach.
The day is warm, the breeze welcome,
the sun filters down through the emerald canopy above,
her heart as light as her feet or the smile on her lips.
Shadows shift and creep along, ignored in favor of the vibrant joy
and life.
Sun sparkled water, sand soft and
warm beneath her,
twilight's approach sending her scurrying for firewood,
singing to the birds and small animals that hide.
The fire leaps and dances along with her,
shifting leaping, giving light and warmth,
wading off the night and the unseen that lurks there in
Twigs snap, she ceases her
movement,
"Who's there?" she cries alarmed
"Just me my sweet little dancer."
She smiles and dances into her lover's arms
Strong hands trail over silken flesh pushing away clothing
Warm lips nip at her bare throat, pushing away inhibitions
Night's eyes watch as the more primal dance begins
Bodies arching in the fire light,
Breath quick and light, voices cry out
Sweat gleams on bare curves and contours
They dance a duet there upon the sandy bed
After they lay and listening to the lullaby of waves and wind
Night descends in velvet cloak as the fire falls to ash
A full moon skims the distant
horizon,
heavy footsteps on the path
A loon cries an unheard warning
Eyes watch the sleeping pair, a heart grows bitter
Their contented sighs are soul killing lances
Heart beat matching the drum beat, but no one dances.
She dances there still today
Eternal ballerina arms reaching for the sky
Silken hair flowing around her, tangled with reeds
Eyes closed she twirls within the currents
The fish watch her dance with uncaring hearts
What do they care? She dances only for the lover beside her.
Scáth
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The End - 'She Dances' - by Scáth