Tag Archives: Dancing

Could Be Heaven

No sin of which to speak, always beginnings, rogue, feral, growing wild among the greenest seasons of fire and becoming, or, siring the form of a dancer dancing in the clouds, lightning at her feet, as the rain begins to … Continue reading

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Slow-Dancing for Beginners

It is not about holding her perfect, just so, in a prescribed manner, but rather, can you slowpour your breath into one another’s hips and clefts while swaying? It is the mutual pressing of scars together, a controlled friction that … Continue reading

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