Good evening, everyone! More in my project of writing a collection of sonnets while playing with the form.
The Dance
I danced with her in four-time, our bodies
close together, inhaling each other
as the music wrapped around us,
and people swayed, in couples and
in groups and singly, the pulse
overtaking and rising and lifting,
a blanket of sound, a snake of bodies,
a Nibbana of melody and rhythm.
Oh, have we forgotten those times,
those sacred days and nights of youth?
But have they been replaced by
something else? By this hard-earned wisdom
which no youthful passion can
approximate? And yes, we can still dance.
And, as always, some music.
Take care of yourselves and everyone around you tonight.
